Heavy flakes of white;
dance gracefully in flight
Finally finding rest;
her non resilient bones stressed.
Children play in her domain;
until the Sun begins to wane.
Then they jaunt on inside;
to thaw by a fires pride.
Limbs bend and they break,
with each fresh virgin flake
Her power is certainly great
Devouring all in her icy fate
See all the stories you've heard are true
And theres nothing that you can do
If you find yourself at an unclear path
This is Mother Nature's wrath