Shhhh, Silently They Fall
by

Josie Whitehead

The world's fast asleep � not the tiniest sound

A miracle's happening between sky and the ground

Gently circling, spiralling out of the sky,

Dancing, twirling from far, far up high -

Snowflakes play games as they peacefully fall,

First one then another, some large flakes, some small.

Tossing and turning, and blown on the breeze,

Falling on rooftops and nestling on trees.

Thousands and thousands of motionless shapes,

The most beautifully crafted tiny snowflakes.

Over fields, over cities comes a carpet of white -

Oblivious and indifferent to the problems of life.

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