Ultimate treasure

Its snowing, the land is white
Looking out on it hurts my eyes
Unspoilt by footsteps or animal tracks
Beautiful snowdrops as Mother nature cries..
In the cold I can still feel her warmth
Her good nature is nurturing the land
Blanketing all that lies within her reach
Freezing time by a wave of her hand.

The trees are dripping blossoms of snowdrops
Icicles are drooping down to reach the ground
They're long, I'd say around half a metre?
It's so quiet too, I cant hear a sound.
And again shes showering us with dandruff
Its floating down as soft as a kittens paws
All of a sudden my area looks beautiful
Like a Christmas card minus Santa Clause.

All the neighbours children will be excited
Waking up to scenes like this
out building snowmen and igloos
To be a child in this must be bliss?
That's the ultimate treasure
The excitement Mother nature instils in a child
So simple and free but hours of fun
Nothing can beat the joy of running wild!