Sitting in class
doing your work
you see something pass
and you turn with a jerk.

Out the window you gaze
at the grey sky
as you stare at the haze
something catches your eye.

The closer you look
the more it is clear
you put down your book
and your filled with cheer.

Something dainty and white
flutters softly to the ground
it makes the world bright
without making a sound.

You've seen it a ton
yet it never gets old
it brings so much fun
from such a bitter cold.

On the ground it shimmers
as it plays with the light
each little speck glimmers
like stars in the night.

You begin to smile
as you look at it all
for the magic stays a while
the magic of the first snowfall.