When it really starts to snow,
when the heavens open up and blanket the land in icy whiteness,
what kind of tree are you?
Do you tip your face to the sky telling each snowflake, "come to me!"
Do you collect it in your arms until you can hold no more,
and you look like you're covered with baby polar bears?
Or, maybe you're more of a "shake it off" kind of tree.
You like snow, just not on you
and prefer to stock up on snowballs, waiting for the fun to begin.
maybe you're the kind of tree
that's happy it will never see a day of snow -