Snow (song)

Silent stillness blankets the ground,

A pureness of hue most profound,

Mystic particles from the sky,

Emerge as if by a magic fly.

Innumerable microbes, a hidden band,

Unseen by our bare naked hand,

Alive and thriving within this veil,

Invisible yet their presence doesn't fail.

Toxic particles, a danger they pose,

Hazardous to all living that grows,

In their own world, they play and dance,

An ecosystem of unseen chance.

Each flake, a unique work of art,

Microbial worlds unseen, a part,

So much more than just mere ice,

A universe unto itself, quite precise.

This veil of white, so still and cold,

Holds within its depths, stories untold,

A symphony of life, a realm so vast,

The beauty of winter, unsurpassed.