Little white swirls floating slowly down.
Filling the world with a sense
Of magic and mystery.
The trees are bare,
The ground is covered in a white blanket.
Footprints are deep,
And freshly made snowmen are smiling.
The world is filled with white snow,
But sooner or later...
the snow will melt.
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