Snow is both sides of the same page
It covers the grave and the tulip

When you build a house
You nail down memories
Paint and stain the fabric of time

If you build it well, a satisfaction comes
An honor to say I built that with fidelity,
Purpose, value and integrity

We learn and grow
Always building on what we know

Snow
While falling it hides your passage
When finished it documents your path

Coming down life's highway
At ninety mile an hour
I want to slide
With bad brakes and bald tires
Into my final parking space