It’s blue by night,
By day it’s white.
It is cold and not dry,
It falls from the sky.
I come with cold and snow.
But you like me and know.
As beautiful as the setting sun,
As delicate as the morning dew;
An angel’s dusting from the stars
that can turn the Earth into
A frosted moon.
What am I?
A precious stone, as clear as diamond.
Seek it out whilst the sun’s near the horizon.
Though you can walk on water with its power,
Try to keep it, and it’ll vanish ere an hour.
The wild is blowing,
The snow is falling.
When all is white,
Short fay and long night