Snow
The snow gently falls,
Making the birds cease their calls,
All is well it softly sings,
As birds float by on velvet wings.
Like an angel's tear it falls it flies,
Ascending from the blue-gray skies.
The flakes glide so free,
A calming sight for anyone to see.
On invisible wings they continue their flight,
Singing lullabies in the night,
Silent soft and slow,
Descends the snow.