Tiny White angels dressed like brides.
Beautiful, pure, and simply divine.
Dancing down upon the trees
Twirling and twisting and falling with ease.
Layering the lawn with lovely white
Like shimmering stars twinkling in sight.
A special ingredient to this season
These angels falling without reason.
Blessing us with their wintry beauty
Dressing the land as if it’s their duty.
Softly sitting soundlessly
Peacefully pretty, breathtakingly free.
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