Not Just a Dream.
My shoes stepped onto the land filled with falling snow,
My blondish hair shined in the cold day,
My brown eyes, stare at a wondering crow,
My thoughts are speedy like the shot from a bow,
The first time experiencing this white wonder,
The thoughts I had, “Was it water? Was it ice?”
Then I figured, “It was a concoction made my nature”,
This white powder, oh so worth the price.
I fell in love that instant,
I stood still,
It was the little love felt from the family runt,
Until,
My dream was broken,
It couldn’t be,
I was awoken,
I wanted to be free,
It was all a dream,
A lie created by my own mind,
I wanted to scream,
It was a feeling so unkind,
I was awoken by a crow,
Awoken in north keep,
I looked down the window to see snow,
It was true, I had just fallen asleep.