You are like the snow that slowly falls down,
creating a layer to top the ground.
Protection is what you are, like the crown.
These tiny snowflakes make a massive mound,
for which the children come out and play on.
A barrier between the ground and them.
No one anywhere around see the lawn.
For that is fine from the fun it brings on.
But, there is a downside, for it is cold.
The bitterness if there is no jacket.
Mothers have learned themselves, for which they've told.
There should be some dangers in a packet.
As long as there is snow all around us.
People can realize beauty is a must.
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