Still not there...

Ok so some of you have been bugging me to update this thing and so I am doing just that. I have a note book I have been writing random thoughts in and I would just like to share a little poem type thing that I wrote. It is entitled "Snow".

As I look across campus I see all the white.
The sad substitute for all that has been left.
Even now it is stained by the people who tread it.
As well as by the dirt mixed within.
No matter how you see it, it all still remains:
There is nothing whiter than the soul of God's own lamb.

I hope you liked it. I just wrote it while sitting outside of my class in strong and I just noticed the remaining snow and how the "white stuff wasn't actually white. This inspired me to write the poem above.