The snow falls soft and white when skies are grey
Each flake dances towards the ground in grace
Ballerinas come in heaps, wish to play
They tumble to the ground without a trace

Beautiful to see, far too cold to touch
Staining the ground with their icy designs
You can try, but you can’t escape their clutch
Glimmer and gleam, bright, each snowflake shines

Once admired, now strikes fear in many hearts
The icy soldiers built for war begin to march
The earth is quickly struck with frosty darts
Sprinkles no longer leave that hand so harsh

Sadly, ballerinas with ice cold hearts can’t stay
Those tiny dancers have been led astray