What the Snowflakes See

A small mountain stood waiting
For the children to climb
The snowy trail left nothing
But memories of adulthood behind

Songful hearts echoed
On the granite of hope
Where playful feet dance

And dreams elope

They bottled the air
And swallowed it, too
They filled up their sacks
With the sound of the view

They lingered there for a while
They like to feel small
The green makes them smile
Against the blue, they're tall

They would have lingered longer
To fight the dark from invading the sky
The veil would soon grow stronger
Knowingly, they breathed a collective sigh


The luge carried them coldly
In a race against laughter
Back down the small mountain
Oh what were they after?

The air seeped slowly
So the tickles would stay

Softly they landed
Another year away


Awakened they waltzed
Across the pavement with glee
Worth their salts
Because this freedom is free

The air grew tired and pushed on their lungs
To find a way out
Through the songs that they sung

But they didn't stop singing
For it would leave them still
So their songs turned to winter
As winter revealed its chill

The air that they took returned to its place
As they retired by the flickering fire's embrace

And they sipped on the memories through an over-sized grail
Plotting tomorrow's map to Childhood Trail....


~ Thoughts of winter in July... a Melwhimsical original. <3