I walk across the snowy hills

My mind wondering away

On thoughts of dreams and songs and feels

I haven’t felt in forever and a day

I watch the snow falling

On the grass, whitening it

Like a dress for the earth’s wedding

With the sky who covers it

In presents white and blue

From its greying smiling face

Its colours a prism’s hues

Its texture soft like grace

I touch one of the flying gifts

But it melts into a tear

The earth has refused the presents

Of the sky yet another year