SNOW
High up from the Heaven above
Gently they come again, snow flakes
Bringing a message of peace to me
Each whispers a word of calm and purity
Soothing my sometimes turbulent soul
As they gracefully touch the ground
Gracefully gliding through the chilly air
They remind me of falling leaves bemoaned
The detached symbol of the passing season
Is given a vast white burial in progress
Thus the cycle of life continues seamless
Aren't the spring buds are already in making?
Oh snow from Heaven you are my purification
Flake by flake my soul on her way to salvation