Snowtime
For you to feel as you feel right
The snow paints a Monet painting,
Makes everything as beautiful as the last leaf falling,
As cold as a frozen pond in winter,
As quiet as a mouse with cheese.
As white as a unicorn purring
Falling like parachutes,
As fun as toys never to be put down
As dangerous as a bull at red.
As soft as the wool, the sheep’s wool
Warming up your body,
So white it makes milk look dirty
A touch like no other.
I wish I was out there in the snow
Playing with my friends,
My teacher being cross and tall,
Will i ever see the snow?
The houses are the beauty,
With white all over,
As I look out of the window
I feel like a prisoner.
The speakers ring out, high and clear,
I pack my things going out,
But no, too much snow,
Will I ever go out?
Children play out in the snow,
I am at last one of them.
The gentle snow touches my face,
I know it’s Christmas time.
But then a blow begins,
The snow falls hard,
Hail stones begin to fall like rain
And no more snow allowed.
About the Creator
Joshua Lino-da Costa
I've been writing for years. Not always great... but it means a lot to me
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