A Poem for The Snow

upon the lawn with the humble of ten thousand seasons
it is not afraid that it will melt
for it knows it will be reborn
when the winter comes again

it welcomes the spring
and essentially death
for it knows that life
is complex
in it's simplicity

it does not worry to be noticed by painters and poets
it could care less if the weatherman sees
it just sits
quietly upon the lawn
with the humble of ten thousand seasons