Drop... from the storm,
Fractal flakes form,
Stop... the normal,
Change comes for all.
As winter comes from the fall,
Expectations growing tall,
As the snowflakes start to fall,
Peace on Earth becomes our call.
White. Bright.
Quite a sight.
Snowing all day...
And, into the night.
Quite a sight.
White and bright.
Plowing the way,
For what is right.
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