Poetry time!

Snow falls and the land freezes over,
nature sleeps and people walks on water.
White is snow and pure is the soul,
angels of the land bearing the cold.

Kids play and snow rabbits sing,
snowflakes fall with every hymn.
One by one, they reached the ground,
one by one, as the children count.

Winter is nice and plays a enchanting part,
for people here to show their warming heart.
It is then the sleeping land awakes,
to smile again, when the day breaks.

"I do not wake up into a dream, but into the reality."