• Little crystals colliding.
    Flakes gently fall.
    White powder covers the ground,
    and in it there you are.

    Wings spread wide open.
    A heavenly gown you wear.
    The only thing thats missing
    is a halo above your hair.

    My finger cuts the ground.
    An oval is finally made.
    I stand back up and see
    a glimpse at amazing grace.

    The winter wind is blowing.
    And slowly you dissappear.
    To another persons house
    is where you'll reappear.

    And after all is gone
    to heaven you'll fly away.
    Next time the grass turns white
    I hope you come out to play.