As I look out the window what catches my eye,
Are tiny white flakes floating
down from the sky;
They land on the ground but they
soon melt away,
Being just a precursor of winter
today.
Later on, heeding the winter’s
loud call,
The snow will return with a much
larger fall,
Which won’t melt away when it
lands on the ground,
But rather for days will be lying
around.
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