• Withered night found in eternal bliss,
    I saw a sight never seen before.
    Gracefully falling, I held out a hand for it,
    And it fell right into it-a little white crystal.
    Strange how yesterday the world was crying,
    Now it gives us this white crystal.
    "Is this it?" I'd ask repeatedly-head held high.
    I would spin in my spot, hoping for more white crystals to fall...
    When I stopped, something white and cold hit my nose,
    Making my curious self blink.
    Lowering my head, I pressed a finger to my nose,
    And felt a cold sensation on the finger tip.
    Realizing what it was, I gave a wide smile-looking up at the gray skies again-more white crystals now falling...
    Soon, everything was covered in a sheet of white, myself as well.
    Tilting my head, I glanced back to the grave of something I lost dear yesterday-when the world was crying-and gave a slight smile before speaking,
    "Look, it's snowing... Remember all the years before when we would play in big amounts of it? I haven't forgotten..."
    Looking around at the white scenery, I gave a content grin before sitting beside the grave, looking to the skies.
    "Each white crystal holds a memory..."
    I looked at the grave and spoke again,
    "Our memories are falling before us and will soon return to the sky again..."
    Getting cold, I said a "See you later" and got up-heading back inside to the warmth.
    Glancing out my window, I saw children out and playing-and shook my head slightly...
    "It's no goodbye... as long as our memories continue falling..."