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The beauty and mystery of Ivory snow,
The color of white it is for we all know.
We play with snow and roll in it with fun,
And leave foot-prints in it when we run.
Frozen flakes descending from the cloudy Heavens above,
Gently touching the ground below with sweet, and fragrant love.
Winter, winter, the beauty of snow-haven winter,
The feeling and look of smooth winter reveals no splinter.
The radiant memories and thoughts I have about that radiant and glorious view of snow,
Fills me with joy, excitement, and happiness, this I truly know.
Snow, oh the beautiful snow, so lovely and white,
The way it gleams and shines against the warm sun makes it colorful and bright.
Oh, how I flourish myself with love and care for the white, white snow,
Children see snow fall and rush for their coats and run out their houses they go.
Out their houses they go to see the beautiful, yet ominous view of that season of winter,
Again, I will say, the feeling and look of smooth, snow-haven winter reveals no splinter.
Each day and every day, I had always hoped to see such gorgeous frozen flakes,
Watching, seeing, and waiting to observe the way it frosts the ground, hills, and lakes.
Snow, the bleak yet ominous sight it has, oh what a sight,
The power of God and his lovely Seraphs of Heaven create with might.
The feeling of when the flakes fall on your head,
And the way it covers the ground like a blanket on a bed.
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Oh, how the snow displace such tremendous chills,
Oh, how it feels giving you amazing and exciting thrills.
The snow, the snow, the beauty of how it snows,
The amazing, wonderful view that it shows.
Snow, snow, so beautiful and white,
The color that is ivory and bright.
Snow is the beauty of winter and of December,
Snow goes with Christmas, a beautiful time to remember.
The trees, from jade green covered in white snow,
love it while it lasts and it will be with us to know.
I cannot imagine a world without such beautiful, and radiant snow flakes,
I always feel the power of sorrow to watch the sun come and the snow it takes.
But I should think that the sun melting the snow should not give me tears,
And so, I will always say to myself "Hey, at least there is always next year!"
Hence forth, my soul shall no longer weep from the sorrows of sadness,
For it shall forever be purified with the godly coldness.
Its like I said before,
And I will say it forevermore,
These words I will always carry 'round and know,
"The beauty and mystery of Ivory Snow!"