Specks of white come falling
Falling down to Earth
I hear my mother calling
I step onto the hearth
The snowflakes melt like butter
Water pools by my feet
The fire sparks like glitter
Waving to my heart’s beat
The sky outside is covered
Covered with six-pointed stars
My hand outside it hovered
Filling up the jars
The snowflakes cut like knives
They scratch and scrape the glass
My skin, it swells with hives
A thousand cuts of wrath.