The True Color of Snow

this is a christmas poem

I wish to show, the true color of snow
to our eyes a plain white, yet the beauty is just in sight
within our grasp, each time it snows, it lasts
each pretty snowflake ingrained in my mind
I dream of it during winter, every day and night
the snow is beautiful, an array of colors
I'm not sure how to share this thought with others,

Snow is the most elegant thing we have
yet God takes it away because we do not deserve
because we all have the nerve, we speak our minds
no one has the time
they just don't care they just don't listen
this is my vision

Snow is so beautiful we are not allowed to see
except within our dreams,
this is all I see, true elegance and beauty
it sits in front of me, to great for us to handle
God just hides it away, so we wont unravel
the true color of snow, prettier than any rose