Snow
Gently floating to the ground,
Silently, stealthily, not a sound.
Each flake unique, made by God’s own hand,
Exquisite frozen beauty, all over the land.
Softly, surely, giving earth a warm glow,
Flake upon flake, covering the Earth with snow.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016
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