It’s blue by night, By day it’s white. It is cold and not dry, It falls from the sky. (Snow.)
I come with cold and snow. But you like me and know. (Winter.)
As as the beautiful setting sun, As delicate as the morning dew; An angel’s dusting from the stars that can turn into the Earth A frosted moon. What am I? (Snow)
A precious stone, as clear as diamond. Seek it out whilst the sun’s near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with its power, Try to keep it, and it’ll vanish ере an hour. (Ice)
By day it’s white.
It is cold and not dry,
It falls from the sky. (Snow.)
I come with cold and snow.
But you like me and know. (Winter.)
As as the beautiful setting sun,
As delicate as the morning dew;
An angel’s dusting from the stars
that can turn into the Earth
A frosted moon.
What am I? (Snow)
A precious stone, as clear as diamond.
Seek it out whilst the sun’s near the horizon.
Though you can walk on water with its power,
Try to keep it, and it’ll vanish ере an hour. (Ice)