The Snowman Lyrics

A snowman sits where the children played,

Silent witness to joys that fade.

His icy smile, his coal-black eyes,

Reflect the winter's quiet skies.

Though frozen still, he seems to know,

The fleeting beauty of the snow.

Oh, the snowman at the door,

A keeper of the times before.

He stands as seasons come and go,

A fragile heart beneath the snow.

The laughter lingers in the air,

A moment caught, beyond repair.

His stick arms stretch, as if to say,

"Embrace the now, it slips away."

And when the sun begins to rise,

He melts beneath the warming skies.

A fleeting life, yet meaning deep,

A lesson held in memories we keep.

So build him tall, and let him stand,

A fleeting gift from nature's hand.

For every snowman's gentle face,

Reminds us all of time's embrace.