The mysteries of snow

What's beneath the snow
I do not know
The many things it hides from me

Why do things so cold
Hide underneath the winter's snow

The remnants of fall
The grass and leaves
Are old memories to me

Perhaps it's better they lurk beneath
To fade away for the new growth
Of good and happy memories

I cry while the snow melts
To nurture the grass, trees, and offspring
To help them grow and mature
So that better memories will occur