Poem: "Where's the Snow?"

I'm not sure if I know,
where in the world is snow?
In frantic, with folly,
in fields, no frost,
everything is lost.

When I yell out,
"Where's the snow?"
All I get is,
"I don't know."

Again, I frantically frolic,
still no frost, or frost bitten flowers.
Everything is green,
then I realize it is spring.

CW, age 15