I think when its winter
The Creator looks down
and sees His drab earth
with a bit of a frown
He takes out His paintbrush
and touches the scene
He paints the world white
where it used to be green
He takes tiny snowflakes
and piles them up
atop of each fence post
like foam on a cup
He decorates branches
and evergreen trees
and smoothes it all out
with a wintry breeze
Lescott - 2005
