I feel enchanted at the snowfall,
That falls on the ground,
Spreading a white cotton blanket,
Making me feel astound.
The pines, cedars and redwoods
Wearing a dress so white,
And the flakes of snow whirling,
Offer a gorgeous sight.
The cool whistling breeze,
Greets the coming snowfall.
Stuck on trees, the white snow pearls,
Like clips on locks of curls.
The cottages and villas covered,
With mounds of snow, so white
And the flurries of snow on trees,
Of such a great height.
The flocks of quails singing,
Merrily, despite the bitter cold
My eyes I can never take off,
From them, whenever I behold.
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