Snow

Droplets of frozen water.

All unique, never the same.

Fluttering down from whitened clouds.

Blowing while staying still.

Covering the land,

Under an angel's wing.

Cold and silent,

But somewhat peaceful.

Throughout the dark night,

Until dawn breaks through,

And the sun starts rising.

While delighted children run out the door,

To start snow angels & snow fights & snow forts.

Because Snow is Joy.

And Joy is needed.