By Arlene Nayak
Oh, how it drifts upon the mountains
A soft blanket of snow
A coat of white on a evergreen tree whooshed up as the wind blows
Painting the mountaintop
Shimmering in the sun slowly falling from the sky
Till the day is done
Gently shook off a tree
By a bird sitting on the branches
Magical like pixie dust
Oh how beautifully it dances
Swirling in the air
Smooth as a branch in winter
Falling gently on the mountains
Lovely as can be.
By Arlene Nayak
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