"Snow Globes" By: E. Jameson

I sometimes wish I lived inside a snow globe.

One with clear glass, on a calm shelf,

With a beautiful center piece covered in white snow.

I could look out on the world, 

And think to myself,

"I pity them, for they do not know the serenity of being in a snow globe."

"Its so peaceful," I would say "up here by my-self, looking out and watching the lives of others.

Not a care in the world,

For I live,

In a snow globe."

There would be no pain.

No strife.

Only little white flakes,

Forever swirling around.

But never will it be cold.

For I will live in a snow globe.

Some would contradict however,

Saying silly things about my silly ways.

Saying that I'm childish,

Or that I need to live in the real world.

But I will merely retort back and I quote:

"I Pity you.

For you are so closed minded.

That you will never see,

The serenity,

Of living in a snow globe."

I would say," come sit with me,

My bustling, busy friend."

"Come sit with me,

And you will see,

The serenity that I have come to live in,

living in a snow globe."

So then, 

Up on my little shelf,

With my little friend,

 I would watch the people go in what ever little shop my snow globe lives in.

And one day,

I'm sure of it,

One day;

A little girl,

Who looks around the quaint shop I call home with not a care in the world,

Will stop and look at my little snow globe world.

Though no matter how we wave and say hello,

She will merely retort back, and I quote:

 " I pity them,

Siting there all alone."

She would say," So closed minded,

Of the life they could live.

Of the excitement they could have,

Instead of siting there; and watching the world pass by."

The young girl would end the statement, I know it, saying:

"So I pity the little people,

On the small shelf,

In this quaint  shop,

 Who live In the little snow globe."