Falling Snow

Falling Snow :




See the pretty snowfakes

Falling from the sky;

On the wall and housetops

Soft and thick they lie.



On the window ledges,

On the branches bare;

Now how fast they gather,

Filling all the air.



Look into the garden,

Where the grass was green;

Covered by the snowflakes,

Not a blade is seen.



Now the bare black bushes

All look soft and white,

Every twig is laden,

What a pretty sight!





























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