Snowfall

Gently, freely

The snow falls on my face.

How sweet, how pure, how calm

It can erase

The struggles, the fears that errors bring.

No, I don’t think this can really sting.

How I love, how I love to dance with the snow.

I am their dancer, just look at me go.

So often I forget that now I am of age,

Where everything and surely all must change.

I am reminded of my youth

And of my wisdom too.

What I’ve managed to acquire was the snow’s doing.

With it,

I grow

And the child inside

Is reminded of how it feels

To

Be

Human.