There is so much snow, the amount I can't process,
Until the wind blows, resetting all its progress,
But it fights back, and I watch it grow...
and grow...
and grow...
Until the wind can't push it back anymore
And only speeds its spreading.

A white blanket, covering all,
Made from white flakes of sky-fall,
swirling and whirling and dancing its way down
To create the wonderous land on the ground.

The trees sway in the blowing wind
But still the snowflakes stay,
laughing and dancing out of wind's reach
as the wind tries to swat the snow away.

The roofs look like white scales
The shops stop their sales
The cars go to sleep
And yet the falling snow the sky keeps.