“When it snows”
It falls not like earth quakes,
It flakes without brakes,
It doesn’t make a sound but it’s beautiful,
It melts the heart with a sight so pure-ful,
The kind of purity that washes off the blemishes of the earth,
What a gift to mother earth,
This is a little treasure to unearth,
We have to stop the wanton pollution,
It’s such a destruction,
As it appears it may become more rarer,
As we are the forebearers,We can make it clearer,
That the future is at stake!
Without the flakes!