What did you mummer, as the snow,
Confectionary sugar tumbling down, down, down,
Glistened, giving us angelsâ€™ wings?
What did you suggest, as the flowers,
Marbled blossoms growing high, higher, highest,
Wafted, stuffing our waiting maws?
What did you holler, as the rain,
Tepid mist surging, filling, filling, filling,
Ran off, spinning toward more ethereal planes?
Why did you abscond, as the foliage,
Colorful medallions dropping to crumble, crumble, crumble,
Aged, bringing back your mortality.