Slowly the snow falls to the ground.
And, as I walk Imake no sound.
I hear the crunch upon the floor,
And, even now it snows still more.
The snow falls slowly, silently like feathers.
Falling to the ground.
And, even tho' the snow is cold, it makes
A cheerful Cloud.
Some people think it's boring, slow and dull,
But me, I think it's wonderful.
I see the footprints on the floor,
I see the rabbits upon the moor.
I see the mice as they run and creep,
I hear the birds' tiny feet
And, at last winter's all complete.
Steve Collins
