S is for the snowflakes
Falling gently from the sky
So small and delicate
Without a noise they glide by.
Thousands of magical, white flakes
Dancing in the cold
I raise my hands and join their dance
Even though I'm old.
S is for the snowflakes
Falling gently from the sky
So small and delicate
Without a noise they glide by.
Thousands of magical, white flakes
Dancing in the cold
I raise my hands and join their dance
Even though I'm old.