At first she appeared, gentle and slow
Looking all around her, at a stilled flow
Silent scenes and hushed whispers
They seemed almost sleepy, like dull mourners
As she ascended, from the staircase of the heavens
She touched them all with her charming beckons
Light at first, like a shy young girl
Increasing the intensity, to let her beauty unfurl
None could resist the charm she unleashed
Not the bleary skies, not even the withering leaves
Like a breath of fresh air, she showers them all
With her pure white glow and elegance, she enthralls
Her audience watches, captivated by the luminescence
As she leaves behind, traces of her pristine presence
She came unexpected, and set the world aglow
Ah the first snow, ah the first snow!
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