Silence Of The Snow

No two flakes are exactly the same,
a gift to us all, I must further explain.
The air is crisp, and cold as can be,
the snow settles gently upon the trees.
Tiny little flakes free falling from the sky,
one quickly melted on the corner of my eye.
Squirrels frolic and play on the limbs up above,
their acrobatic display is a sight to be loved.
A clump of snow falls quickly to the ground,
but nothing is heard, not the slightest of sounds.
Snow falls from the heavens as silent as can be,
so quiet and peaceful, I can hear God breathe.