After A Snowy Night

It was the morning after
A long and snowy night,
I looked outside the window,
And beheld a wondrous sight.
The world was still and silent,
Not a human soul in sight,
No bird was flying, nothing stirred,
All just silently white.
Rooftops, trees and gardens all,
Layered with snow so high,
Cottoned flakes still drifted down,
Softly, gently, from the sky.
Stillness wove its charming spell,
The silence shared its peace,
If all this beauty will survive,
I can pass my days with ease.