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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it, a great flowing poem. A good write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, World Of Greed.