"Snow"
I love to watch the snow glide down,
And listen to the peace all over town,
As people prepare for a quiet night at home
And thank God that they won't spend it alone.

As they sip their hot cocoa by the gentle fire,
They observe their surroundings and begin to admire
The work that was instilled throughout their life,
The woman with her husband, the man with his wife.

They creep on upstairs in hope to find asleep,
Their tiny tots who are dreaming of sheep.
Never will they need to worry,
Of their darlings growing up in a hurry.

Soon to sleep all the content couples head,
Slipping under the comforting blankets on the bed
I gaze out that window wishing intently to know
When again I can witness the miracle known as snow.