• Running through the white snow,
    I think of how the sun will glow,
    I find myself to wonder,
    What was it, I should really know?

    Now I build a small white snowman,
    To let myself understand,
    That I have skill to,
    That I'm a good woman.

    I smile as I run with my brother,
    And his face with snow I smother,
    Because I love this winter snow,
    Thank you, nature's mother.