11 July 2012
White and cold. Not too strong to hold.
It falls from the sky. It is white and others fall in sight.
It falls down to make a wonderful white ground.
And everything will get white. Everything around.
If they keep on falling you will see. A snowman out of the snow it can be.
And the snow keeps on falling slowly. Just beautiful sights only.
White treetops, white roofs, everywhere the snow is all over the place.
Everyone loving snow has a smile on their face.
A poem about snow in the summer is not cool.
Get it? Cool...
Snow?! Now In July?! • Opuss № I