• One touch with humanity...
    The snowflakes melt from its heat.
    As they are treaded and stomped upon
    By the monsters' big feet.
    As the first flake hits the ground
    It is rather abashed
    Quickly blinked away
    By each little lash
    They even make men out of it,
    Create big snowballs of three
    Melted to water in mittens
    Shaken off of the trees
    But for those first delicate minutes
    It is so fresh and new
    White and unpainted,
    But with crystals of blue.
    Nature hasn't taught me too much,
    But there is one thing I know
    There's nothing I hate seeing more
    Than footprints in the snow.