They dance with the wind,
As they fall,
Lovely flakes,
Winter's first call.
The children run out,
And spread their arms,
To feel them touch,
And melt with their warmth.
Beautiful shape,
Pure white,
The color of peace,
The color of light.
But they give way soon,
To bigger drops,
Which keep falling,
Don't want to stop.
The whiteness builds,
and grows,
and covers everything.
Everything slows.
The children now sit,
By the fire in their homes,
And wait for it,
For the darkness to go.
The darkness that's everywhere,
The darkness that's quiet,
The darkness that possesses,
The color of light...