Snow - Poem by Silverlight Guessmylastname
Snow, snow, gently drifting to the ground,
For when winter comes, snow will come as well,
Snow is the messenger of winter,
From skiing to toboganning to making snowballs.
Snow, snow gently drifting to the ground,
Falling in the form of unique white snowflakes,
A pure natural blanket,
Sparkling under the sun.
Snow, snow, gently drifting to the ground
TREASURE THIS GIFT BEFORE IT MELTS! !
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