How Nice

The trees seem to grow older,

As the land becomes colder;

Their leaves flying away.

As the night gnaws at the day,

Time seems to freeze;

Leaving me at ease,

For I enjoy the silence.

Everything becomes quiet,

No sound nor riot,

As winter takes a hold of my life.

This freezing cold knife,

Feels very nice,

Oh how I enjoy the ice!

How nice!

I love snow!

But I honestly don't know;

Why others act coy,

At my blissful joy;

Snow days are the best!

Way better than the rest!

But alas;

The snow melts fast,

Sigh...

Unti next year Jack Frost.