The Song of Snow

In Winter  comes the snow,
As you probably know.
Some play with it,
Some store it bit by bit.

As white as a sheet of paper,
Yet as soft as a feather.
Have you thought, what it felt,
When due to the heat, it melts?

In the Summer when the heat is felt,
Sadly, away the snow melts.
And then till next Winter , away it goes,
For that is the story of the snow.