61. March 2nd
The tarmac road speckled white,
With tiny flakes of snow.
Each one beginning to melt,
As the rising sun shines.
They are like a million bright stars
Scattered across a dark night sky.
Each far away light,
Withers when the sun appears.
As the state of the snow changes,
It runs down into the rivers.
Filling them up high to the brim,
Deep, cold river water.
Then again changes by the sun,
The liquid evaporates in to the air.
Clouds form of the once snow,
To one day fall to earth again.