it's time for the unbearable snow
to grow on trees
it's time to white and time to flute
it's time for God to open up his shute
and dare him ask and show himself to me
who put me here
across the world
why am I so improper
it's like today and never been before
I listen let it snow on radio
why snowing is like getting
unopened letters back from sky
why me
across?