A blanket of white,
A winter wonderland,
The snowfall descends,
A magical sight to behold.
The flakes,
Dance and twirl,
A delicate ballet,
A symphony of winter.
The trees,
Are adorned with crystals,
A glittering display,
A natural piece of art.
The world,
Is transformed,
A peaceful silence,
A serene beauty.
The snowfall,
Is a reminder of nature's power,
A symbol of the changing seasons,
A wonder of the wild.
So let us stand in wonder,
And let the snowfall,
Envelop us in its embrace,
And take us on a journey to the heart of winter.
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