Snow crystals
are glistening in the sun,
softly covering trees and pastures,
lending them a festive dress.
The air is cold and clear,
waterfalls have halted and
are awestruck in the cliffs.
Only the beck is happily plashing and purling on.
Snow covered mountains rise in front of a blue sky
until clouds and fog let them disappear
and snowflakes dance from the sky
or a storms reshapes the winter world.
Soon, my winter holiday is over…
softly covering trees and pastures,
lending them a festive dress.
The air is cold and clear,
waterfalls have halted and
are awestruck in the cliffs.
Only the beck is happily plashing and purling on.
Snow covered mountains rise in front of a blue sky
until clouds and fog let them disappear
and snowflakes dance from the sky
or a storms reshapes the winter world.
Soon, my winter holiday is over…
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