The legend of snow.

There was a place
so long ago
where Nature cried
in morning's glow.

Now no one knows
why tears were shed
for love and joy
a Shaman said.

Her cries were heard
from up above;
what filled the sky
were tears of love.

When she was done,
night was falling.
She dried her eyes;
God was calling.

Earth was quiet,
and all would know,
her frozen tears
were pure white snow.