Fresh snowflakes continue to fall, in case there'd be no squalls at all,
Let's make slow soundless paces, and with our well wrapped limbs we'll tread on vast white spaces while humming joyful hymns.
Our eyes, we'll let them wander through sun and serene blue skies. our feet definitely will go yonder on grounds soft, immaculate white,
like freezing fields of white cotton. our shrieks and laughter won't be loud, we'll go forward with much caution, as a stillness gobbles up the sounds.
We calculate our steps...we reflect, overwhelmed by a calming presence, a break from life's noise...we accept the peace of a reigning white silence.