" Pure White "

There was a place
so long ago
where Nature cried
in morning's glow.

Now no one knows
why tears were shed
for love and joy
a Shaman said.

Her cries were heard
from up above,
What filled the sky
were tears of love.

When she was done
night was falling,
she dried her eyes,
God was calling.

Earth was quiet
and all would know
her frozen tears
were pure, white snow.

T.L.Finch