Jannat sony on Nostr: It snowed—oh, how it snowed the land, Through every clime, through every hour. Upon ...

It snowed—oh, how it snowed the land,
Through every clime, through every hour.
Upon the stand, with steady hand,
A candle glowed—small sun, soft power.

Snowflakes drifted from the yard,
Kissed the waiting window glass,
Turning night to something charmed,
As silence learned to gently pass.

The world grew pale, a whispered white,
A misty, dream-lit fairy scene,
Where earth forgot its weight and might
And all became what snow had been.