It captivates our senses
And purify's our spirit
It cover's the fences
We walk, stand.. dance in it
It falls slowly and graceful
Tiny cold beams of flakes
Falling innocence yet tasteful
Our warmth it takes
It chills to the bone
Makes the wind colder
Reminds us of home
Allows our mind to wander
A transparent stretch
Or mother natures arm
An artists sketch
Of a winter too long
You can't see it coming
It covers the roads
A cautious sense of belonging
Unites 'peasants and lords'
A commonplace pleasure
That can freeze the sea
Snow is a treasure
That set's the rain free.
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