Just another inch or two of snow.
But when he sees it all coming down,
His eyes begin to glow.
The palm trees and the beaches,
Are amazing with their grace.
But it's all the same to him.
He's always lived in that place.
Through another'syes sight is changed.
Normal things are a sight to see.
Nothing is entirely the same,
Through another's eyes.
This poem was written on January 5th 1999
