The last remnant of joy lost,
the white powdery bliss
tickled my nose;
the eyes seeing clearly
for just a twinkling of time;
blessed be the creator of joy
the provident provider so coy
leaving nothing behind but remnants
of a snow storm.
The last remnant of joy lost,
the white powdery bliss
tickled my nose;
the eyes seeing clearly
for just a twinkling of time;
blessed be the creator of joy
the provident provider so coy
leaving nothing behind but remnants
of a snow storm.