THE FIRST SNOW FALL

It’s two O’clock in the morning
I’m sitting here on my comfy chair
Wondering if I should go to bed
But I feel I must write something before I do

Underneath a bright light for me to see
I look to the window and notice
The first snow fall gently falling
What a beautiful moment this is

A time giving me the inspiration
That a new season is arousing my soul
White believing snow covering our greens
Slowly hiding our summer foot prints

Snow fall, Christmas almost near
Roads causing frustration for our peers
Behind the wheel is where I stand
As I am the snow plow to my designated path

I bring my soul outside my front door
I stand to look up underneath the falling snow
Flakes washing my cheeks
And purifying my dignity

White crystals slowly coloring our black sky
The sound of the falling snow, refreshing my sight
Brings me to a place where I can fly
A destination full of dreams, hope, faith, and light

Gently, I embark small footsteps
Not to crush the new beginnings
I can only imagine what tomorrow will bring
A day dedicated to people of all ages

What a perfect way to bring inspirations
There is all kind of ways, mostly priceless
Either you’re sitting on a comfy chair in front of a fire place
Or taking a walk in the first snow fall of the year