Pursuing Truth, Cultivating Virtue, Creating Beauty

Snowfall, snowfall, sparkling white,
In the waxing morning light!
Did the starry vault give birth
To this treasure on the earth?

What compassion crafts to share
Gems unique, of beauty rare,
With a grumbling world below,
Undeserving of the snow?

From what wisdom could there spring
Thoughts to spread a covering,
One that makes the noise be still,
Yet the hush with laughter fills?

Is there skill to clothe the ground,
Gray and dry, with bridal gown?
And what love removes the dress,
With new life the world to bless?

Snowfall, snowfall, gleaming white,
In the gentle moonlit night.
Could the starry vault give birth
To this treasure on the earth?