Stepping out into the freezing cold
But yet warm, so I am told
The crisp morning air cutting into my lungs
As the wind blows, the snow is sprung
Pulling out the bubbly liquid
Careful, yet excited for what seemed sacred
Blowing to receive the shiny round bubble
Cresting to the ground, the wind making it wobble
Bending down as I watch the crystals form
All of a sudden, came rolling in a storm
Rushing to he door to get inside
Throwing my coat aside
Thinking deeply about that bubble
Yet, making sure to stay humble
What marvelous crystals they were
Even though it made me go "Brrr"
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Unknown Necessities - Poems
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