Snowfall, snowfall
So sparkly and white,
Snowfall, snowfall
Came in the dead of night.
Slowly it came down
Silently on the ground.
It was so quiet.
It never made a sound.
Morning came.
It’s then I found
The snow was so high
That I was snowbound.
Nothing to do
But look at the snow
And wonder how long
Before it would go?
Everything clean
No footprints were seen.
A snowplow was heard.
I knew it would mean
The snowfall, snowfall
So sparkly and white
Would be scraped and piled,
Not a nice sight.
A few hours of beauty
Would soon go away
For anything beautiful
Never seems to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem