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After the first snowfall,
Is a beautiful sight,
When everything you see,
Is lightly powdered with white.
 

Slowly I stroll,
The once dreary land,
Now kissed and crystal coated,
By Mother Natures hand.
 

Now not so depressing,
Are the skeletal trees,
Glittering in the light,
The eyes they now please.
 
This sight that I love,
Something special to see,
The fresh fallen snow,
Filling the heart up with glee.