Why does the snow fall slowly,
why do you lay on a swing of gold,
why do you dream of the whiteest baby
and give a ring of silver to you?
Because it is snow… And the snow is made
make the world look dazed and even.
Why did the snow blossom,
with which you wash your mom's hair?
Why is snow the brother's soul,
why is it steam and ice roll?
Because it is snow… And snow is a picture
with a sparrow spraying rice over the chimney.

Nikolay Milchev