Snowflakes gently float,
Pure white down of angel’s wings,
Down from heavens height
Snowflakes gently float,
Pure white down of angel’s wings,
Down from heavens height
Frosty kaleidoscope images
Appear
on the frozen panes,
Touched
by winters icy fingers,
In
the bitter season’s domain
Crows have four wing feathers,
Ravens have five,
They’re called pinions
So, the difference between
A crow and a raven
Is just a matter of a pinion
And
bathed the landscape
In
its bright lunar light
So
that the ice crystals sparkled
Like
diamonds in the snow
The ice rimed trees stood
Before
the snow queen’s cathedral
Like
great ice pillars
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems