The Snow We Travel Far to See

I know ones who live in snow I know the ones who lives in the city At the thought of snow the latter grow While the former wants pity The people of city go to see snow And live in it for a day or two But the natives live there from ages ago Their distaste of snow grew and grew It blocked the roads and freezes the farms It cut off the power supply To the natives the snow only harms The wrath of snow they never deny But to the city dwellers that travel there The snow is a cherishable experience They find it a place with fresh air The paradox of condition, a sight to beware