Blizzard

The winter snow falls onto the ground
On top of squirrels nuts to be found

The wicked wind whips at your face
Bringing tears as a can of mace

A thin ice starts to form on the sidewalk
Simply as slick as blood on the catwalk

It seems as if the clouds refuse to leave
The sun will win, you must believe

You realized the your in too deep
And that your worries won't let you sleep

The winter snow falls onto the ground
Onto of squirrels nuts to be found.