The first snow

When i die,
I don't wanna be a beautiful sunset.
I want to be the first snow of winter.

Let kids wake up on a sunday morning,
And see my snowflakes gently falling.
Let them run outside and build a snowman,
Run around and throw snowballs at eachother.

Let the teenagers look at me in awe.
Let them share each others sweaters,
And give their friends small chocolates.

Let the adults and elderly look outside their window,
Sitting next to a fireplace with their loved ones.
While drinking hot chocolates and remembering,
All the past joys of the first snow of winter.