• Swirling and twirling and prancing in the sky
    Making a dance
    How, no one knows why

    Everyone, laughing with glee
    As the snowflakes make their ballet
    Why anyone goes inside, it is not known to me

    The sun climbs above the clouds
    Its rays bright and joyful
    For the snowflakes, it is not

    The ballet ends, unfortunately
    Definitely not to anyones glee
    But now it must, for the dance of the flakes of snow.