Snow is a Miracle

As the clouds burst open

a miracle I say,

comes upon us

on this glorious day.

The children are laughing

all bright and gay.

The hounds are barking

as they watch them play.

The excitement is building

as the little flakes fall.

Spiraling down,

in the loveliest of shows.

People are sledding.

Snowmen are appearing.

On this this day that is

anything but dreary.

Snow angels are carved,

out of the ground.

Their creators not minding,

the biting cold all around.

Tis the season for snow,

a season for miracles.

That's what snow is

for so many reasons.

It brings people together.

It opens their hearts.

Snow helps to make the world better.

Now is the time to start.