Many think  
That snow is either 
Beautiful, or Harsh 
No in between  
Nor’ area that is gray 
And bleary 
Just kind  
Or cruel  
 
And doesn’t that say 
Something about way 
In which 
We view our morality? 
That there is only Good or Evil 
Yes, snow can be harsh, cruel 
Like a hurricane  
Of jagged crystals 
Yet often do we forget  
The beauty of a blizzard 
So harsh and cruel 
The wondrous visage 
Of snowflakes 
Pouring from stark white clouds 
 
And often do we only see 
The beauty of softly 
Drifting flakes of ice 
And ignore the harshness of it 
For we do not know 
What is buried 
Under freshly fallen snow