Light as a feather, heavy as stone.

The color of rice, or of a bone.

The cold tears of a god above.

Make the world as white as love doves.

It paints the trees, the skies and paths.

The walls, the people and the cats.

Snowmen are made, angels too.

Some people skate on the ice, with skates good as new.

Some stay home, with coffee in hand.

Hot cocoa as well, they love the smell.

They sled down a mountain, with gear and more.

While others watch the snow fall, with their eyes sore.

The winter is beautiful.

The winter is crucial.

The winter is nice, but now it can go.

Bye-bye winter, and bye-bye snow.