Thoughts of a Snowman

So happy there the boys and girls
around me playing in the pure white snow
under a vault so clear and blue.
The same sunlight that shines on them
and cheers them with its warm caress
makes me slowly melt away.
I weep, perspire,
grow smaller, softer, with each hour,
I made by happy hands
with the snow of yesterday.
Though today I melt away,
though tomorrow I am no more,
happy am I for their sakes,
for the children playing there.

by Julian Scutts

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