Snow is a Beautiful Artist
Snow’s a beautiful artist, his art is white
He pities the overworked lands
His work is to fall, he distorts the sight
Decorates all that moves and stands
Snow maintains whiteness, he loves to laugh
Though his laughing can hardly be heard
When he pictures blizzard, it’s never enough
When he’s slow, then a picture is blurred
Snow loves to die, though he is immortal
He falls to be stomped by the boots
It’s a show business, which power is total
With a weather god show’s in cahoots
Here comes the cleaner on noisy machine
Intending to take snow away
To make roads more slippery, though rather clean
Wise pedestrians won’t use the cleaned way
See the snow keeps on falling from pale white sky
And the sky is an artist as well
No one gives a damn, how it happened and why
Maybe your snowy garden can tell.
