this goes with the poem
this goes with the poem
Through winter’s hush, the angels glide,
With wings aglow, they softly guide,
Snowflakes shimmer, pure and white,
Blessing the world with heavenly light.
Through winter’s hush, the angels glide,
With wings aglow, they softly guide,
Snowflakes shimmer, pure and white,
Blessing the world with heavenly light.