‘Twas a pretty morning this morningSnow like sticky dust on the ground
On the trees
A white scene so lovely
Funny how such a delicate thing
Not even an inch of crystalized water
It conquers mighty fir trees
Fields of grass and weeds
The dead raccoon across the road
Is covered in a layer of snow
My whole hill is frozen cold
It’s like death, and yet
It’s so pretty
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Well then, my eyes have issues
But ‘twas a pretty morning this morning.
