She was the pure powdered snow, and he the springtime breeze
While little of love did she know, he was eager to please
Delicate was she, as every flake unique and fragile
Unrelenting was he, moving fast and keenly agile

She covers all of life, in a smooth and even coat
He tussles her hair every now and then, and leaves a simple note
He tells her he’ll be back, through the patterns that he makes
She awaits him till the dawn, till the more of her he takes

He loves her slowly, as day-by-day goes by
No longer is she lonely, as life begins to spry
She’s warming up to him, ready to experience love
But her future looks so grim, as the sun shines down above

His burning love, of swift and vigor, has cost a terrible price
As she condensed, and loved him so, paying the ultimate price
The springtime breeze never had a chance, a love that does not last
For how does she accept his love without becoming past?

In tribute, the springtime breeze took heed, and finished building with another
The summer night in need, he flourished with his brother
There was no end to life that grew, no blemish nor sign of decay
Until the fall rain came through, and washed his remnant love away