When the first flakes of snow slowly descend
To lay a white carpet upon the land
The deer, the wolves, the bears and all their friends
Depend on Mother Nature’s gentle hand
The trees wearing a coat of fresh light snow
All immune to the biting wind and cold
Stand straight and tall like soldiers in a row
A wondrous sight to see and to behold
Upon this softly laid and tender bed
Countless snow angels lay their sleepy heads
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