Sheepish Snow

The Snow whispers softly in the brisk winter's wind
It tickles the ground
The trees giggle when they seem to be stuck
The short romance of the snow and the ground has begun.

The snow is cold
But the ground loves her still
She is as unpredictable as the wind
And yet he will wait.
To him it makes no difference

She's wild and indecisive
She melts from the heat of a match
And crunches under the weight of a feather

He's strong and durable
He's able to adapt.
He's happy, hot or cold
And when his beloved returns, he gives her all his heart
And then watches her melt away time after time
But he'll always be there for her return