Soft and beautiful the snow falls slowly down,
It blankets the cold and dreary ground,
The drab of winter is covered in white,
Even in darkness the black is so bright,

Flake after flake it quietly falls down,
Hour after hour never making a sound,
Sometimes swirling and drifting as the wind blows,
Making wondrous sculptures from nature in snow,

Glorious statues each unique in its own,
Created by nature with snow gently blown,
Little ripples, tufts and drifts tipped with curls,
As over around and under everything it swirls,

Just plain water but crystallized in white,
So simple to see but oh what a beautiful sight,
No artist could capture what in nature is found,
When snow falls and white blankets the ground.

L. D. Millsap