On Sunday morning, the world is hushed
As snowflakes fall, so soft and plush
The quiet stillness, a soothing balm
As morning light, brings a gentle calm.
The world is blanketed, in pristine white
A wonderland, a breathtaking sight
The snowflakes dance, in the morning air
A joyful dance, without a care.
The world is new, with each snowfall
Renewed and fresh, and standing tall
And on this Sunday, with snow in sight
I am filled with wonder, and pure delight.
Good day here in sight
Blessings and Love
Thank you for reading.