The first snowflakes begin to fall,
Gently guided by the breeze 
Towards the ground.

I hold my hand out, catch
One on my tongue, rejoice
In the coming of Winter.

Her bugles sound loud,
A blend of the chorusing winds
As they rouse the forest in their sport;

The trees bow, nobles in her court,
Ice forms over ponds. Winter's
Red carpet now awaits.

Suddenly, grey clouds cover the sky,
Clamouring all at once in thunderous chaos,
They ignite the sky with flash after flash,
Paparazzi following fast on Winter's glimmering gown---

Winter pauses for a moment, allowing one picture,
Her gales lay still, flowing down her shoulders as hair,
Her gown of ice crystals, each snowflake unique,
Trails out behind her, ne'er catching on 
The ice slippers on her feet;

Then she proceeds immediately, tossing her long locks

Can you believe
Someone 6,000 years ago,
Yet just like you,
Might have wondered what people would think about
Today?
Now, imagine someone 6,000 years from now
Wondering the same thing.
Where do our minds meet?
 

If this is supposed to make me happy,
why does it feel so wrong?
 

Today, the wind blew so hard
It knocked my thoughts 
Right off their feet.
 

My heart beat faster, faster, faster,
My mind grew dumb, I
couldn't speak. 
Yet I didn't need to.
For in your eyes, I saw
All the words I longed to say.
 

Background:
I wrote this song awhile ago, for the Martin Luther King Day of 2018.
As I was looking through files on my computer, I found it again and listened.
I thought about how we need more people like MLK in our world today, and how we need to realize this more often
instead of on just one day of the year. 
This is why I'm sharing this song now. 

The lyrics are below, and there's also a recording above (the recording at the bottom is the same; please disregard it). I'm the singer, and my former English teacher played the guitar.
The song is titled "The Dream Lives On".


One night I woke up                      
Wishing I’d stayed asleep,                   
Walking into a world                        
Different in my dream.                 

Such terrible suffering around me,              
When will humans solve the inequality?        


Chorus:

I walk into the room.
I'm the only freshman,
the only
new person in a
room of friends.
I 
take a deep breath.
There's nothing to be afraid of,
I tell myself.
It's only an audition,
and
These kids seem nice.

I walk into the room.
I got a part!
Sure, it wasn't a big
Speaking role, but
I sing, and dance, and I'm already
Sort of stressed from homework, so
I'm happy with my role.
I'm still
The only freshman,
the youngest, the newest,
the shyest, the clueless.
Someone walks over 
and says hello.
They have no idea
how nice it is
to hear that,
to be noticed.

I walk onstage.
I'm terrified.
What if I'm not enough?
What if they hate me when
They get to know me?
"Scene 1, Act 1!"
We start rehearsal.
When an older kid speaks to me,
In the play,
I can't help laughing.

I look into a mirror.
What do I see?
It's supposed to be
A reflection of me.
The long, dark brown hair,
Tan skin, representing
A country far away,
Brown eyes with
Lashes black,
A girl so tall
Her forehead doesn't
Make it in the frame.
The mirror says
This is me,
What everbody sees,
But something
Is missing.
This image
Does not hold 
My voice, or
Tell how small I feel
Inside.
This representation
Does not hold meaning
Of who I am.
yet
If this is what they see,
And think I am,
What stops the world
From knowing me
as
A towering girl from
Some sports team, probably
Basketball or crew,
Perhaps from another country.
If I was wearing my glasses,
They might think I was
Smart.
Makeup might say 
I'm insecure, or over
Confidant.
But this is not who I am,

Every autumn, when the leaves change,
So do I.

When the breeze picks up in fall,
I sing and sigh.

The geese fly south, towards warmer winters,
And I stay behind.

Some creatures hibernate, while I
Gasp and open my eyes.

Others enjoy sand-baked beaches, and picnics,
I rejoice in fall change.

I throw off my summer sweater and
Wear flowing dresses of autumn coloring;

Ambers, oranges, yellows, reds,
They surround me like a song.

My shorn hair grows out in brown and gold,
Flowing long out in the wind.

My dim, brown eyes sparkle with energy
And glimmer violet,

Thin wings of golden lace appear
And I glide out into my world.

Through spring and summer, I'm not noticed much,
But now I can't escape their gasps.

Autumn's when the true me shines 
And can be seen.

I tread the paths of fallen leaves