My Canvas of White Snow

The paper lays before me,

A canvas of white snow,

It can be everything,

It can be nothing,

My canvas of white snow.

It's empty, it's unique,

It's unlike any kind of art

Of which you can think!

I can't imagine what to do with

My canvas of white snow.

I could draw or write,

I could create or fight,

So I wrote this poem

So everyone would know about

My canvas of white snow.

---Maysen Smith