First Snow
Out of the skies above it will fall,
Its purpose is to cover the ground below.
One of the most beautiful sights of all,
Is that first blanket of snow.
When it appears over night,
Is when it is the utmost beautiful.
It is during that first sight,
That everything seems so peaceful.
That moment disappears so fast,
It will be gone two hours into the day.
Becoming a memory of the past,
For it was not meant to stay.
It will snow again this season,
As I am sure you know.
Though for some odd reason,
It is not the same as that first blanket of snow.
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