Snow


Some people see me every year
Some people don't see me at all.
I always come before spring
And always after fall.
When I come I'm there for while
I show my talent in January
But there is one month I give it my all
And that month is February
Sometimes I come early
And sometimes I come late
There are some people who love me
And some people that truly hate
I'm seen in many movies
You know with me there's romance in ?the air
I cast a beautifull blanket
And embrace ?the soft moons glare
Many kids love me so
They say that I am cool
Every time I come around
They get a break from school
Who am I you may ask
I'm the one who comes but does not have a face to show
Some call me Mr. Winter
But all in all, I'm there one you call snow.

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