The snow drifts down on angel's wings.
The silence is all around,
Like the world is waiting for something.
The snow falls on the cotton ground,
Moonbeams fall on the perfect pearls,
Making them shine like crystals.
Then a little bird starts to sing,
It's joyous song; an ode to spring.
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I didn't mean for this to be a poem, but when I looked at the words, I saw that they kind of rhymed. It's not my best, but at least I tried!:)@leelee101
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