A White Blanket
At morning’s rise, windows are freshly painted with white powder
Children’s imaginations drawn artistically in the fog
Many rush down to enjoy the view with a warm cup made from love
Opening the door is like entering into a new realm
Filled with light rain that floats down in harmony with their brothers and sisters from the heavens
As a gentle breeze kisses the landscape
Bits of white smooth sand dance romantically together, enough beauty to melt themselves
The moment this white powder touches the skin
The body experiences a rush, a type that is new and different from the warmth of the sun
Every breath taken depletes the stress of the day
Making it possible to enjoy what nature has given to her children of the earth
The manufacture of compacted white flakes
Encourages battles, even wars, against loved ones in teams of one up to five
But only love is felt amongst the families in white covered cities and white covered towns
I am a high school student that attends college courses at Aims. Pretty much it.