And what a beautiful dance it is -
Swirling, twirling all all about,
Eventually landing on the ground.
Not a care do they have,
Those snow fairies many.
All they do is dance, and dance plenty -
Quickly, slowly, waiting for the wind’s direction.
By the millions they come down,
And sometime even float up, and circle ‘round.
Could watch them for hours, if not for things to do;
Join them even, into the midnight hours
As they dance to Nature’s song -
Laughing, and dancing all the while.