The Silence Of Snow By Lisa Ann Sorlie Here it is dusk again, only this time  a cold wind blowing across the land. As I raise my eyes to the heavens snow begins to descend. It sheepishly covers the ground as not to disturb a thing in its sight. I bend to touch this miracle. it is as soft as a baby's blanket. Despite its coldness it brings warmth to the soul. Time passes by and the ink of night has set in and as it does an aura of light is given off by the blanket that covers the earth. As the morning sky peaks through All roads, and walkways quiet. There unfolds a beauty before my eyes. The snowflakes have clung to the trees as if they were fallen dreams. Dreams to be started dreams to be finished Only each flake knows. As I stand in awe and see the beauty of its silence My heart can't help but hear a resounding sound of joy. For I Have been touched by The Silence of Snow. It is a rare commodity in this world of noisy scurry. So be still and hear The Silence Of Snow So that your hearts may hear the joyous song as well. Sorry, Your Browser does not support Java