The First snow

In the barren land, stiff trees and sand

Harsh scorching air and a dusty layer

Dazzling rays of sun felt no more fun

Glare of the heat burnt both my feet

Suffocating 'around', to which I was bound

Wished to see crisp, and enchanting sound

Heavens responded— I was unbounded

My pupil witnessed a sparky blessing

My first frost, first day, first host

Glow on the street, it was all a treat

A new discovery, pieces of flurry

White pearls from sky, disappeared; 'my worry'

Bare step on crystal brought on a giggle

Feeling was miraculous, it was perfect—fabulous

My ecstasy bawled, but what was it called?

I was intrigued yet a small kid screamed,

"He he~ Do you know? It's called the snow!"

They rolled another ball after one throw

It was my first time, It was before 9

Snow frost and I, looked into the eye

I hugged it tight, It was the best sight

I felt it in my hand, instead of sand

While I was vaguely zoning out, the little kid once again did shout,

"See? What was God's plan? Meet my cute, sweet Snowman!"