"Snow Falls Softly"

Snow falls softly, pattering the Earth

I wish I were out it, not at this hearth

Feeling drops brush my face

Rather than boredom being the case

The need to be out, the need to see more

Makes me want to shout, to run from this floor

A rescue from restlessness I must obtain

For my patience is reaching its last strain

Stars move slowly, beauty proving worth

I wish I were out in them, away from this old Earth.