How is the soft, white snow in the mountains so innocent?

How did it become so white and fluffy?

How did someone create it so perfectly?

Is each step I take hurting the tiny, little snowflakes?

Is the snow crying out in pain?

Is the snow laughing and smiling as we walk along?

Where do my tracks go after they are covered up by the new snowfall?

Where does my zigzag trail go after I ski down the mountain?

Where do the little animal footprints go after the winter breeze?

Why does the snow hang on to the steep mountain face?

Why does the snow melt away each year?

Why does the snow create joy and sadness?