Little SnowBelle Snowflake, she
Fell out of the sky so grey
Following all of her friends
On this Christmas wintery day
Oh! Sweet little white Snowflake
Catch uppity up up up
Open wide your snowy arms
Fly, oh! no back up, back up
I’m flying, flying, flying
In, out, wait for me, me, me
Where are you, the sky’s all white
Snow’s in my eyes, I can’t see
Ow, bang, bump, ouchity ouch
Something spiky-green reached out
And now she’s hidden from view
Little frozen tears about
Whiter, the day grew so dim
And little SnowBelle, she cried
Cried herself to the night’s sleep
But morning sun, her tears dried
So lost, wondering what to do
All of her friends had long gone
Christmastime, a joyful time
Was happening without Belle’s song
Then suddenly she did hear
Laughter, fun and Christmas glee
Little children hanging lights
Upon her new Christmas tree
Then she saw how beautiful
In being lost, she’d become
The others, they had melted
She meanwhile glistened and sung
Sung because they had placed her
Way, way up, up, up atop
Of the dear old Christmas tree
No more to fly and then drop
© 2015 – present Liana Wendy Howarth
What a sweet poem from the perspective of Little SnowBelle Snowflake!
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Thanks once again Debbie for your encouragement and lovely comment. God bless.
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