Ice (Happy) Poem by Poet of the River

Ice, ice,
Oh so nice.
Thru the air like an arrow you slice.
In the sky falling down,
Hitting the ground,
You don't make a sound.
Oh what a beautiful sight.
Adventures to be found,
Ice and smiles all around,
The crystals reflect the golden light.
You lay in your bed,
Rest your head,
As snowflakes dance thru the night.
You excitedly wait for the sound,
For you to awaken from your bed,
And go out and play in the snow.