Snow

There is nothing in the world as quiet as snow,

when it gently descends through the air,

muffles your steps

hushes, gently hushes

the voices that speak too loud.

There is nothing in the world of a purity like snow's,

swan's down from the white wings of Heaven,

On your hand a flake

is like dew of tears,

White thoughts quietly tread in dance.

There is nothing in the world that can gentle like snow,

quietly you listen to the silent ringing.

Oh, so fine a sound,

peals of silver bells,

rings within your innermost heart.