Fading memories of a Snowman
Snowflakes falling from the sky,
Resemble angels white wings,
A miraculous view it might seem,
A beauty that is only transitory.
Many children play snow ball fighting,
There are others who begin ice skating,
Some engaged themselves in snowman making,
A lovely masterpiece they can never miss.
A product of children’s imagination,
That is what I understand about my creation.
Their laughter and smiles comprises my spirit,
My delicate body is composed mainly of snow.
I am so thankful for the hands
Who shaped me into something special,
Sincerely sharing happiness,
To an inanimate object that I am.
I know my memories will not stay,
The sun will melt my essence someday.
The trace of a snowman will be long forgotten,
Until heaven create winter again.
Thanks for reading, you may post comments or critiques. ^^
Last edited by raja_psyche; Nov 25, 2006 at 09:43 PM.
Thank you very much,Reese for this wonderful signature ^_^