As the sun glistens on snow,
The flakes then begin to melt:
Bitter cold makes its way in,
And its brutal pain is felt.

It is hard for snow to melt,      
When the degrees get this low:
The blizzard is in full steam,
And the temp is ten below.

We'll go in and make a fire,
Where no bitter winds will be:
I want weather hot or warm,
Cold days I don't want to see.

Keep your cold and snowy days,
Give me them warm, sunny rays.

written 02-19-2025