White like linen, pure
Untouched
Snow lays on the ground
It’s beautiful and treasured

First snows come and go
Every year.
But what about the first snow
The first snow ever?

A young infant, so pure
Innocent
Goes out to explore
The wonder that is snow

She touches it
She laughs,
It’s cold and soft
Melts in her miniature palm
She laughs, so sweet
So pure.