Snow

• Eliza Schembri, Grade 6, St Pius X Primary School
• Poetry
• 2014

Excellence Award in the 'The Text Generation 2014' competition

The night is still, there isn't a sound
As intricate lace drift to the ground,
They cover the land in a blanket of white,
Gracefully drifting, the thrill of the night.

Delicate and frail,
Captured in the moonlight, beautiful and pale.
Falling, spinning, twirling around,
Joining the sea of snow upon the ground.

The dancing flakes in the night
A feast for the eye, impeccably white.
Delicacy of this one tiny flake,
Will eventually fall and only break.

Special and beautiful, each in its own unique way,
They form art beyond what words can say.
So pure, so white, the most beautiful creation
Words cannot describe this amazing sensation.