Beauty Without Sound
As Winter's Crystalline snowflakes all are coming down,
They spread across the landscape, without any sound.
As their only footnote, quietly do leave a carpet of white,
Our surprise in the morning, after the darkest of a night.
Snow without any color, yet so beautiful. of a majesty,
Soundless benevolence, is by Nature, to every entity.
As a warming treat, in the coldness, at this time of year,
A merry lift to each spirit, as Christmas, draws so near.
Each flake is so numbered as it lands upon the ground,
A few to flutter at first, then hundreds come falling down.
Makes scapes like in a magician's spell, before our eyes,
Soon to cover the rolling hills, every tree, to our surprise.
A stark contrast, red birds, the blue, makes our curiosity peak,
Every living creature still endures, their food, each does seek.
Brown deer still cross the meadows, to eat berries, take a rest,
Wild otters share streams, with beaver, rabbits hunger to crest.
As a fantasy in milk white, the snowflakes continue to fall,
A coating with its wintry elixir, the grasses, woodlands, all.
The precious Mother, under the Father's watch, in season,
Giving the roughened earth its smoothness, within reason.
