Snowglobe Let the leaves turn green,then orange, then brown... Let them culr up, die, fall to the ground. Let the twigs freeze As there is a cold windy breeze As children play in snow Wrapped up head to toe Parents stand talking Teens are seen courting Everyone hold hot cups of coffee While Grandparents are enjoying their toffee. Once a year I make it snow, make them play See santas slay. I look into the globe To see what they call home. I watch as the flaks fall, then settle, then stop... To wonder if they realise they have no clock.