This poem was written while watching the beginning of a snowstorm. It started out so innocently.
A Winter Concert
Snow is falling quietly,
A few flakes here and there.
A violin and piccolo,
Can be heard in the wintry air.
Soon the snow picks up the tempo,
As horns begin to sound.
Drums and cymbals, clarinets,
Contribute and resound.
So through the night the concert plays,
Though the world has gone to sleep.
The grand finale ends in silence,
With snowflakes, two feet deep.
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This one made me smile.
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