
Snowflake Dance
By Ovidiu Alexa • Published on 5/26/2025
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Falling, softly, from the sky so gray, Tiny dancers starting their ballet. In Winter's forest, crisp and cold and deep, Where sleepy trees their secrets softly keep.
Flakes are swirling, a powdery white, Twirling and dipping in the fading light. They tickle the branches, bare and brown, And make not a whisper, not a single sound.
Down they flutter, a feathery spree, Landing on rooftops for all to see. They kiss the noses of playful squirrels so bold, And paint the forest in stories to be told.
They leap and they twirl in a whimsical way, Dancing with breezes all through the day. Faster and faster, a glittering swirl, Making the forest a magical girl.
From sleepy brown earth to the sky so vast, The snowflake dance is building up fast! Piling and drifting, a blanket so grand, Covering the forest, a magical land.
Now the forest sleeps, quiet and deep, Under a blanket where winter dreams sleep. The snowflake dance is finally done, A shimmering, sparkling, winter wonderland spun!
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