The Magic Of Snow Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

As the white translucent ice crystals fall from the sky, their shape and beauty, always put a gleam in our eyes.

They fall through the air, and float to the ground, always so peaceful, until the wind blows them around.

Flakes of frozen water vapor, such a natural thing, we all have special memories of the excitement they bring.

Each flake is so different, in it's own special way, just like the people we pass in our life, every single day.

They accumulate Just like a work of art, some smooth in a straight line, others in mounds, shaped so round, and spaced apart.

A colorful light show they give us at night, as they float on their journey, and pass the street lights.

The flakes bring peace & energy, as they come in our day, for we all take time to stare, as they start to fall in our way.

There is more than the beauty, we see with our eyes, everyone's enlightened, even strangers have time to say hi.

The snow slows us down in our daily pace, but the magic it spreads, brings us closer together, in this world of race.