Featherlight snowflakes

Falling where they please.

Sheets of white silk

Floating in the breeze.

A blanket of pristine Blanc

Covering the Earth’s bosom

Hiding secrets, covering flaws

Serenading the fair maiden.

When tomorrow comes

All will be concealed

No blemishes will remain

All hurts will be healed.

The ground beneath the snow 

will definitely know

What the eyes cannot see

The Underbelly of purity

Is sometimes pretty ugly.

Betrayals are like black ice

Form quietly under the snow

When one is not looking

They land a sneaky blow.

While it hurts for a while

You still find reasons to smile

Life is not all downhill

One day, you will begin to climb.

Don’t lose, hope, and carry on

The darkness will dispel

What tomorrow will bring?

Who can really tell?