The world is cold and silent,
as we look upon the night,
the stars watch in awe,
at such a beautiful sight,
as each moment passes,
the gift is fulfilled,
the beauty lies befor us,
on every tree and field,
what was very old and grey,
as far as the eye could see,
becomes reborn and new,
in spite of you and me,
To think it could be acomplished,
is the WONDER of it all,
bit by tiny bit,
as each snow flake falls
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