[Lost_myth]

Every which way doth it fall yesterday.
Out of no where, it did come into sight.
Wonderful. As the day grew old, 'tis white.
'Long the clouds' lining 'twas swept underway.
Gifts, delicate and thin, break they just may.
Hastly falling, transformed a vi'lent night.
Blocking the way it hath absolute freight.
On the ground, a soft covering, it lay.
These tastes of heaven unlock from his key.
Many object the breast of frozen life.
But when they fell all my worries did lift.
To the Lord, for this mir'cle, I thank thee.
'Though life can cause death like an ed-ged knife,
We're the wind directing that snow, be swift!