Snowfall.
Its something that everyone notices-
It falls, continuously, quietly, and sometimes furiously without
resistance.
An abundance of snowflakes peacefully falling,
falling,
Piling up and quickly turning dark into light
New paths are suddenly made, and creativity sparks the youth
inside.
Walking on new fallin’ snow, marshmallow rug sprinkled with
glitter
To surrender to her magic is that feeling,
That cool quiet, whisper like feeling, if just for a moment-
We stand still silent and
Awake, safely wrapped inside her globe, gleeful and
admirable, witnessing again
the first seasons,
Snowfall.
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