This is a poem that I wrote based on my experiences in Buffalo, New York during the winter time. I miss the snow a lot ever since I moved to Florida.
Fleeting and ever bold, it descends to us in the cold
For never was there a better sentiment than the feeling of snow
As if little sprites have launched them from their tiny bows
That flaky, white wonder known as snow? We all know
It calms us down after the strife and beating of summer
It takes only one form, but each form is still unique
With none being the same, giving each its own mystique
That flaky, white wonder known as snow? We all know
White as a cloud and so very pure, they capture with their lure
Of enticing crystals that gleam through the fading sun
In the time that the same light has been outdone
That flaky, white wonder known as snow? We all know
They float without care, flying freely and oh so fair
Taking time to rest upon the hands that have seen them glowing
For somehow there’s the assumption that they’re all-knowing
We wonder still why? Why can’t we, like snow, float and fly?
We have the same freedom, but some power keeps us here
Down on the earth that seems to love us too dear
That flaky, white wonder known as snow? We all know
We’re still bound though, by that power that was bestowed
Upon us when we said we wanted freedom of will
That same fate that keeps us from going up the hill
That flaky, white wonder known as snow? We all know
We must but still learn, that there will always be that yearn
To fly and be free in the presence of natural wonders
But to know the limits, so as not to know a ghastly blunder
That flaky, white wonder known as snow? We all know
Fleeting and ever bold, it descends to us in the cold
For never was there a better sentiment than the feeling of snow
As if little sprites have launched them from their tiny bows
That flaky, white wonder known as snow? We all know
It calms us down after the strife and beating of summer
It takes only one form, but each form is still unique
With none being the same, giving each its own mystique
That flaky, white wonder known as snow? We all know
White as a cloud and so very pure, they capture with their lure
Of enticing crystals that gleam through the fading sun
In the time that the same light has been outdone
That flaky, white wonder known as snow? We all know
They float without care, flying freely and oh so fair
Taking time to rest upon the hands that have seen them glowing
For somehow there’s the assumption that they’re all-knowing
We wonder still why? Why can’t we, like snow, float and fly?
We have the same freedom, but some power keeps us here
Down on the earth that seems to love us too dear
That flaky, white wonder known as snow? We all know
We’re still bound though, by that power that was bestowed
Upon us when we said we wanted freedom of will
That same fate that keeps us from going up the hill
That flaky, white wonder known as snow? We all know
We must but still learn, that there will always be that yearn
To fly and be free in the presence of natural wonders
But to know the limits, so as not to know a ghastly blunder
That flaky, white wonder known as snow? We all know
[CENTER][SIZE=4]I write because no one listens to me
Nothing keeps me from being set free[/SIZE]
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Nothing keeps me from being set free[/SIZE]
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