• Something falls, cold and soft,
    Something falls from angels' loft

    Something falls rich and clean,
    Something special in the ravine.

    Something glitters pretty and strong,
    Reflecting sunshine all day long.

    Something waves with the wind,
    Something lingers for rain it's kin.

    But when the sunburns through the crystal,
    When the warm takes it's mystical,

    I know it's gone,my nice cold snow!
    It is gone, that I know.

    Yet I'm not sad. I know that will come again.
    Right now I'm more interested in that baby wren.