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 it will never pass

But you know it will be over
Short lived this special day
However, keep your eyes on high
For it will come again your way

Mr. Doug

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