The Moon’s a snowball. See the drifts <br />Of white that cross the sphere. <br />The Moon’s a snowball, melted down <br />A dozen times a year. <br /> <br />Yet rolled again in hot July <br />When all my days are done <br />And cool to greet the weary eye <br />After the scorching sun. <br /> <br />The moon’s a piece of winter fair <br />Renewed the year around, <br />Behold it, deathless and unstained, <br />Above the grimy ground! <br /> <br />It rolls on high so brave and white <br />Where the clear air-rivers flow, <br />Proclaiming Christmas all the time <br />And the glory of the snow!<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-snow-man-said/
