It falls to the ground in perfect peace
Colorado thinks it will never cease.

The color is pure and makes the earth clean
But if you throw it in my face I will call you mean.

You can make lots of igloos, angels and men
But if you stay inside I consider it a sin.

My favorite is when it glitters in the sun
This white powder brings so much fun.

Even though with it comes cold
I don’t think snow will ever get old!