THE FIRST FALL OF SNOW
So softly and so gracefully
It floats, without a sound
And magically and silently
It transforms the barren ground,
Each of the perfect little flakes
Has a shape that's all it's own,
And so gently it alights upon
The trees, the grass, the stone,
Dull brown in minutes wears a dress
Of gossamer, purest white,
Quite suddenly the stage is set,
As like dancers they alight
They sway and twirl and pirouette
In this scene all white and pure,
Surrounded by snowy blossoms,
As if they are waiting for a fairy to appear,
The major role to dance
And as is usual with nature
There is nothing left to chance,
Then suddenly all is stillness,
No more fluttering around,
As the silent graceful dancers
Are resting finally on the ground.
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