Snow

 

I was falling down

From the high above sky

Until I split up from many others

Leaving them asking why

 

My journey was about to start

In the land of fun and play

In the town of RockBelly

No one will ever want to go away

 

I fly around

And get thrown with friends

But after many hours

The fun always ends

 

There’s always another day

Everything the same

It sometimes gets boring

But there’s never someone to blame

 

The very next day

A blizzard was brewing

I was leaving RockBelly

And entering the town of Crewing

 

The town was very different

Everything was strange

Things were tall and small

With a high variety and range

 

This town was very big

With everything from small to large

Townhall to little flowers

And poles and wires with a high charge

 

This town was now a city

With many parks for me to play

But the only that is wrong

Is that tomorrow is a spring day