Falling Snow Poem by Eva Mae Witt

As the night creeps upon, the air is cold
Beneath the dark as the snow filters the air in the dark
again this feeling in my bones; makes me feel really old
Please listen! Can you not hear it; a sweet song of the singing lark.

It captivates my hearing ears, for your mine as I am silent
the softly falling snow makes you joyfully smile
as it slowly diminishes, I sing with a joyful lament
I'll softly be walking with my snowshoes for many a mile.

Of sweet and innocent lullaby in the cold in the breeze
gone are all the sweetest scent of the flowers in bloom of sweet
As I see strolling along, a stray dog joyfully does flee
He gleefully dances within the falling snow as he sees.

All this does make my heart soar with pure happiness with the greatest ease
all the fallen snow does make my heart soar with the purest happiness of ease.