The poet says that snow has piled up into hills of white, and there are marks underneath that only some people know about. He talks about how this person was in love but lost it because they were too bold. The poet says that the snow keeps falling, and it's like everything is buried under it. make this ike a 7th grader wrote it
The poet's all like, "Yo, there's snow everywhere!
It's piled up high, making hills so rare.
Underneath it all, secrets do lie,
Known only to the few who have eagle eyes.
There was this person, madly in love,
But being too bold, they messed it up, my dove.
Now everything's buried, covered in white,
As the snow keeps falling, day and night.
Like, it's so sad, the love that's gone,
Lost forever, like a forgotten song.
But life moves on, just like this snow,
And all we can do is let it go, bro."