You can see the leaves ride in the wind.The trees play back and forth in the breeze.Grass blows as if it try’s to touch the sky.For now before the snow comes.I sit, and swing in the wind like the birds fly free in the air.
I have never had so much fun as that day that I hold dear to my heart.
As I swing I know that the snow will fly soon. The birds will be gone.
I will not be allowed to play out long when it snows. Time passes slow in winter as I look out the window to see if the birds are playing, or the trees swaying, but no birds today, and the trees are to heavy with snow to sway. I can still hear my mother saying to me “ you know that snow is from an angels pillow”. May be if you look really hard you may see an angel picking up the snow in the wind.