Snow falling in my dreams
Cold & lovely so it seems
'til rain & thunder, blowing storm;
the harshest weather be the norm'.
Why doth slumber choose its time
to stir such fury through my mind?
Happily watching, I spend all day
witnessing snowflake & wind at play,
swirling & frolicking in chilly delight;
I love them so to visit at night!
Rainstorm has its place as well,
but why? I really, truly cannot tell.
Perhaps the message they wish to speak
is to be bold & daring; don't be meek!
Live each day as if t'were the last,
for once 'tis over, your time has passed.
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