It's time for gentle snowflakes
To fall and kiss the ground
Falling from the skies above
Falling without a sound
The whiteness is a miracle
That brings a state of calm
Like angel wings a floating
To a heavenly written psalm
The way it wraps the tree tops
The bushes and the grass
It's beauty all around you
You hope will never pass
But you know it will be over
Short lived this special day
Your heart, however, tells you
It will come again your way |
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