Written by Nick Maddix 1-25-2006 @ 6:45 p.m.
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It leaves no hint of its approach, when thoughts may turn to gaze
Upon the shroud of fallen snow that lurks amongst the haze
Their crystal-colored aspects are embedded in a flake
They fall without direction, with no set path of which to take
They make no sound, contain no merit, and yet are captivating to the eye
When word is out that snow has come, all sights turn to the sky
They sparkle endlessly across the ground in part due to the moon
Whose majestic beams break through the clouds as part of a vivid boon
The crystal-coated flakes of joy dance amongst the wind
Only to reach their final resting place to which their journey ends
Yet as long as frost basks atop the grass and we find shelter in the cold
There’s nothing I find better in winter that the enchantment of falling snow…