A hush falls soft, a wonderful sight,
the world wrapped in a blanket of white.
Each flake a whispered, fleeting dream,
glinting bright in a winter's gleam.
Silent trees in frosted grace,
a crystal calm in nature's embrace.
Snowy white, pure and true,
a fleeting gift from skies of blue.
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