• many a year the sparkles that fall from the sky have come. We as man call them snow. Me as I call them stars from the sky sent by him who created them. The shineing moon complemnts the sparkleing stars that lay there heads to rest on the ground so soft. Sworleng mists of ice sworle around my head niping at my ever redening nose. I feel a ever growing cold that trys to steal me soul. My breath turns white like a fluffy white cloud floating away in spening mist. I loose my self in the falling stars wonderus shine underneath the moons glowing eyes. Joyfull sounds of christmas day every where come again next year, Oh falling stars and moon so bright ill look in to your eyes that night and sing your song of merry a day the night of Christmas Eve.

    By: rachel / kelpie p heart heart ka