When snow blankets the earth, life quiets. Stepping outside feels like the volume You never notice has been turned down. The only sound you hear is your steps Making a path that will melt When it meets the sun. The night brings light to the darkness When the full moon bounces off the snow, It creates a view that's rarely seen, Especially by non-night owls. It's quieter when the stars are out, The few souls brave enough to Venture out have said goodnight.