Cotton
Falling gracefully down
So light and fluffy
Sprinkling onto our heads

Tiny little balls of fluff
The stuff wishes are made of
Coming down so slow
So magestically

White powdery fuzz
Coating everything
That the eye can see
From the grass to the trees

Falling faster
Then slower
Flying down
From puffy clouds above

Tiny little balls of fluff
Each one different
Making a fluffy, new blanket
Made of crystal powder

Mold the snow
Into a new creation
That comes to life
With some imagination

Waging wars all through the day
Filled with such joy
The only joyous wars
Are the ones filled with Winter fuzz

Anything is possible
With the magic fluff
That angels are made of
Such splediferous lint from the sky