Watching the Snow

I watch as the snow falls to the ground,

hitting the trees, and houses, all around.

I watch as the snow floats through the air,

drfting and twisting without a single care.

I watch as the snow sticks to the needles,

needles of a pine tree high on the tree tops.

I watch as the snow floats through the air,

not seeming to notice, or even care.

I watch as the snow covers the ground all around,

as it thickens, and deepens, and trns white around town.

I watch the snow and think to myself,

Isn't it wonerful that God enjoys watching us, enjoying His snow?