The Snowball

I walk outside to greet the snowball

And notice how handsome he has become

It sits there with such grace that

Every creature and every man admire his beauty

So fragile with white skinned face that

With a single touch more wrinkles will appear

I am afraid

Afraid of waking up and not seeing the snowball

Afraid that the sun itself will melt it all away

I ask for time

Time to keep the snowball to myself

Time so he won't leave me all alone

I walk inside my red-brick home

And look back and notice how time has passed

I notice water on the floor

I do not want to let go

As I keep walking towards my home

I look down and notice puddles on the floor

Drip Drop Drip Drop

Is all I hear

But I look back and notice

My snowball is still here

I smile at him like nothing's wrong

But I will not let him know

I am afraid

I ask for time

And I do not want to let him go