Silent snow,
still and cold.
Will you stick to the ground below?
Sweet child of mine,
eyes bright and wide.
Do you see what is outside?
"It's 'No! 'No!"
you loudly proclaim-
as large flakes land on your gloves.
Your hair, nose, shoulders,
even your tongue,
moistened by the white from above!
They revel in wonder,
twirling through flakes.
and laughing with glee,
as Mama takes a taste!
