Snow falls, quiet and gentle,
Flakes twirling in a boundless dance.
They dress the earth in a cloak of white,
Bringing winter's fairy tale to every glance.
Snowflakes drift like dreams from above,
Each unique, like moments we love.
They touch the ground like a whispered song,
Turning the world into a silvered throng.
In their descent lies mystery and peace,
Snow covers all with its simple fleece.
And in every flake — a piece of the season,
Gifted to us with wonder and reason.
Though outside the blizzard may roar and play,
Snowflakes sing of winter's way.
In this magic we find calm and delight,
Filling hearts with winter's light.
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