I know why the caged snow sings
in envious laboured pain and frozen tones
its because it sees the brightest sun shinning
snow in fear knows it will soon be nowt but a puddle
As it seeps in its natural home the ***** ground to turn to mud
so mud it makes, mud it throws at that hot illumination shaming
the complex crystalline glow to show just a density of mere water
important but lacking form and solidity, a fluid malleable as sheep
Do you see why the caged snow sings knowing it cannot match the sun