Wispy snow above a golden field
I see you swirling. I WATCH you float.
The warm sun flushes my skin
As the wind whips past.
I know what you will be.
I have seen your kind before
I am NOT fooled by your allure.
I wish I may....In spite of myself--
In a moment of weakness
Curse you temptress wind
I know what you will be!
Snow topped grass
All FLUFFY and new
With your child-like charm
Soon your disguise will falter
As you return to your true color: GOLD.
