Falling from the sky are snowflakes,

In my little hands I want to take,

Those white crystals which are so bright

I wish I could hold on to them so tight.

From the heaven they take birth.

They are nature's beauty which fall to earth.

When they fall, they bring joy and pleasure,

True as they are, they are our treasure.

Resting on the trees of pine,

Each one's got a unique design.

So, just spare some time for these flakes of snow,

It's a thing of beauty, that I know.