Snow Symphony

The snowflakes dance their joyous dance moving in circular motions here and there the beauty of it puts even the great muses, and laurel trees to shame rushing towards me like little children, and tickling my face calling to me to join in their dance, before they reach the ground covering it in a layer of soft, white beauty the ground is lucky to be acquiring such lovely guests, although only for a short-lived period the snowflakes hug and kiss bidding each other quiet goodbyes for they must ready themselves to meet their new companion, the earth, and later the heavens.