Unheard, quietly, silently.
Crystals of white.
They started to fall.
Slowly at first.
But ever-increasing.
It was so much now.
We could say it was snowing.
It started to form.
A carpet of white.
Reflecting the moonlight.
So clean and so bright.
But along came mankind.
Foot prints all around.
Car tracks every where.
The gritter spreading its load.
People out using salt.
Also clearing the snow.
Snow flakes are melting.
Soon the carpet was gone.
It might happen again.
There’s always next year.