They say that summer nights are the best of them all,
They’ve never looked up at you as your snowflakes gently fall.
You’re a different type of quiet, one that’s much more serene,
The snow seems to shimmer like how the stars twinkle and gleam.
The moon floats through an endless sea of night,
As if knowing how dark the winter gets, it seems to shine twice as bright.
I know people will hide in their homes from your cold, icy hold,
But I’d rather stay out here under your silent watch until I grow old.
And when the cold begins to fade and the season has come and gone,
I’ll wait for the night to become clear once more and the hazy summer clouds to be withdrawn.