Easy

The snow fell with grace
Simple and clean
It piled and grew.

Boots are still tricky
Soles are not slippy
But imprints in the snow
Remain for a while

I'm easy to forget
Not much to remember
Nothing serious
Nothing fresh
I'm easy to forget

If I did bad things
Then why am I still here?
The rain may stop
But it will just fall
the day after next.

The sun and the moon;
all day and night.
A crisp blue hue
and a shining lava,
light my pane.

This is an image
that remains like
a thundery sea.
But I am just
a wave amongst others;
I'm easy to forget.