Whispers of Snow

A hush falls soft upon the earth,
A quiet spell of endless worth.
The sky lets loose its feathered grace,
And blankets all in white embrace.

Each flake descends, a work of art,
A fleeting touch, a fragile heart.
No two alike, yet all the same,
A winter wonder, nature’s claim.

The world transforms, so pure, so still,
The frost adorns each tree and hill.
Footsteps crunch where none have tread,
A magic path where dreams are led.

The children laugh, their cheeks aglow,
In frozen fields, their spirits grow.
Snowballs fly, and sleds race down,
A winter’s joy in every town.

But in the quiet, there’s a song,
A peaceful tune that hums along.
The snow, a symphony of peace,
A moment when the world’s worries cease.

So let it fall, this wintry art,
It stirs the soul, it warms the heart.
For in the snow, we see anew,
A fleeting world of white and blue.

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