Snow is falling, slowly, steady, heavy, wet.
Not much fun, but oh so pretty to look at
In the midst of blowing flakes, a moment of regret
to be young again, with no care in the world
the dreams of childhood marred by responsibilities
the view is beautiful, snow covered limbs, pristine and clean
can turn from natures painted canvas to heavy loads to bear
bending, turning, swaying, cracking under pressure
but oh so pretty to look at.
A moment captured in time
interpreted many way by the eyes who view it
how do you choose to see it?
a view of peace and tranquility of natures masterpiece
or danger and fear the possibilities of trouble lurking in the air
I think we all wish to see peace and often do
until that moment, reality, creeps up and takes hold
ahh to have a snow day as days gone by
when times were different and life wasn’t so serious
I think it’s time I go jump in the snow
maybe the weight won’t be so hard to bear
once you let it go