The sun glared down on the white fields
Flakes blowing with the wind
The smell of winter perfuming the air
And the landscape so gracefully beautiful
White trees, white fields, white skies
The image of heaven on earth
But heaven wouldn't be complete
Without its beautiful angels
So angels are imprinted in the snow
Mad made angels, but still heavenly angels
Embedding the empty white fields
With extraordinary beauty
Creating a scenery of serenity and loveliness
In such an ugly, unpredictable world
But when you are finally overcome
By the peacefulness of our own heaven
It quickly melts away
Taking the beauty with it

By Thoeun Prom