“Oh, Mommy, Mommy, come and see
What is happening to our tree!
It’s full of white and powdery stuff.
Looks like a lot of marshmallow fluff.
Look at it falling all around –
It’s covered leaves and hid the ground.
I’ll bet it would be so much fun
If I could go outside and run!
Do you think that I would fall?
Or would it make me very tall?
Would you see me if I lay?
Or make a hill so I could play –
Oh, Mommy, come and play with me!”
Shouts the youngster, full of glee,
As he stares at cars and trees
Planting scenes for memories.
“I saw it once – long time ago –
Now I ‘member – It was snow!”
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