The Snow

The world that looks like a snowy dreamland,

Is the home where I wish to be—

Whispers from the wind, swaying from the trees go hand in hand.

It's so special and comforting for me.

The snow covers everything,

The mountains, the rocks, the trees.

The snow might seem like a scary thing,

But it's so welcoming, so comforting, so free.

The snowflakes prance in the cool winter air,

Each flake so delicate, so cool, so unique.

This place you can’t compare,

This place I just so seek.

The snow is my home,

It's where I belong—

With the animals that roam

The snows where I belong.