A silver lining is foreseen, as the sky has painted itself grey,
There, in the cold, rough clouds a drop of water begins to freeze,
Floating elegantly, gently, or even playfully toward the ground,
Father frost already has bidden the meadows and hills his blessing,
The animals are ready to slumber tight throughout the sunless season,
And as this single flake is landing, its brothers and sisters follow,
Cuddling up together in a lovely manner to make snow,
And cover the world in a icy, wet, yet delicate blanket,
Sleep well mother earth,
I hope to see your blessing when you wake up from your slumber,
The flowers of spring will then declare,
Your lively awakening.

~ Umi