From leaf-fall to blossom-time,
when each year dies or grows,
no army can prevent or stall
the coming of the snows.
A snowflake that descends to touch
the frozen earth, and break,
has strength enough to quite withstand
a war – for pity’s sake.
Though shattering – as crystals made
from dew-drops formed on high –
snowflakes halted Hitler once,
and made a tyrant cry.
Snow blesses us in wintertime;
few armies march or fight,
and once, in France, all soldiers sang
how silent is the night.