A warm breakfast complete with the charm of my mother’s smile,
With the crystals that gush down from God’s paradise,
Never seen anything like that before.

I keep aside my roller skates,
All I want is a pair of snow skates.

When I step outside the shivering four walls,
That separates me from the nippy wind crooning happy cold limericks,
As I look forward to have a snowy adventure.

I wear a bluish and whitey sweater,
That matches with the fresh new garb of my three best pals,
The river, the playground and the sky,
As they all turn azure and pallid.

In great elation I am, after welcoming my long lost ally,
Frosty-the snowman!
Who throws way too many snowballs at me,
And talks of his icy escapade all day.

Sunrays become colder,
But nothing can be compared to
The blissful sanctity of the mighty sun,
That still remains warm.

At last dusk pulls in,
Crystals continue to glide over the zephyr,
As I sit on the roof thinking,
That today was such a gleaming snowy-tale!