How I love the snow,
How it comes silently in the night,
And brightens the world the next morning.
I love how all the snowflakes come down,
One by one,
And merge into something greater then any of them,
Kind of like people.
I love how it makes you stand still,
Forces the traffic to slow.
The snow has you looking outside,
At the wonders of nature
That our busy lives try to crowd out.
And, in a special way,
The snow makes you feel small, rightly.
It forces you to realize
Just how small you really are.
How you’re just one of those tiny flakes,
In the world of people.
This is why some hate the snow,
Shovel it elsewhere,
Push it down drains or on roads,
And hope for an early spring.
People don’t like being told they are small,
They think they are big and important,
Even when they know they aren’t.
But me, I love the snow,
I’d love spending hours just watching it come down.
I love being told how small I am,
Because what I think is,
That the people who understand just how small they are,
Are the most important people of all.