Snow; white, soft, less teroblale than sand but more pleasing to look at. Cold

Looking outside my window I see snow, falling soft like diamonds, its deceptive image wanted me to run outside thinking it will ok.

But no the snow bites in my skin, feeding its way to my shivering bones.
Like an exquisite piece of art - Snow blinds us with its effortless beauty.

When covering us, Snow reminds us of the innocence we have lost, with its pure white color: snow is calling us to be real and pure again.
To prove its calling, snow falls for the amusement of children, the innocent and pure. They play and have fun, while the adults struggle to adapt. So the snow keeps on
Falling
Falling
Falling,
As a constant reminder. Nature knows.