Snow

By: Isabella Burnett-Herkes

What Am I?

 

I fall, 

Pulled slowly towards the Earth.

What am I?

I am praised, 

An object of beauty.

What am I?

 

I am deadly,

In the silent, slippery way.

What am I?

 

I am solid,

But disappear upon close examination.

What am I?

 

I am peace,

A blanket over your world.

What am I?

 

But what of me?

At the end of the day...

What are you?