Paradise

No warmer gift than snow:
more beautiful than a fire’s glow.
Id’e rather freeze in god’s paradise 
than be comforted by nature’s timid eye.
snow: shines brighter than gold,
a luxury rarer than all the sacred stones.
Encaptivates you physically yet also causes memories to unfold.
Suddenly your childhood freezes your toes,
and every pleasant winter moment bites at your nose,
and as your skin turns red as you go cold,
you know that when it’s snowing you are never old