Snow

As light as the sky,

As bright as the white of the wings of an eagle.

They all adapt to the cool climate.

But wish to liquify as they fall.

It loves the mountains for its heavenly breeze.

As it is reminded of the sky it holds so dear.

Flop it goes on the ground. 

It hates those dreaded boots with dog poop on them to add insult to injury.

It is called a snow angel because of its heavenly attitude.

It loves the speed it is able to admit.

And the forms it can take with no repercussions.

But hates the smash when it loses its speed.

It may not be as angelic as a snowflake.

Nor as wet as rain.

Neither possess the  clearness of ice.

But snow has its beauty that I can see and it shines to me.