You take your first steps in the virgin snow.
Squealing in delight at the white wonder that lies before you.
You look up,
face frozen in disbelief,
but your eyes don't see me.
You don't know me -
But in time your little boots will grow and the once white paradise will become a burden -
Only to slow you down.
No one will warm you with love anymore.
You more ground you ruin, the more you will freeze.
But not yet.
For now little girl,
enjoy your first steps in the virgin snow.