Falling Snow

Author Unknown

See the pretty snowflakes
Falling from the sky.
On the walk and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.

On the window ledges
On the branches bare:
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.

Look into the garden,
where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.

Now the bare black bushes,
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden—
What a pretty sight!

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