Snow flakes fluttering to the
ground,
as they appear suspended in the air,
falling gently without making a
sound,
naturefs white blanket covering so
fair.
Appearing so fresh and pure as it
falls,
elegance and beauty in such fashion,
ornamental upon the evergreens so
tall,
heavenly sight, stimulates onefs
passion.
Reflective flow of prismatic colors
seen,
as the sun shines on the snow and
ice,
mother naturefs wonderland so
serene,
bodies chill, while our souls it
does entice.
Winter land of passive spirit to
behold,
but the price of splendor has itfs
cost,
for the elements of nature can be so
cold,
some survivor while other are but
lost.
Cycle of life is like the melting
snow,
changing form with the passage of
time,
it is what is and that is all that
is known,
cherish each moment, as it is
defined.
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