The First Snow Fall Tradition

A winter wonderland,

So beautifully unplanned,

The first snowfall is often bland,

But rather grand, 

So untanned,

Over a spacious land,

With breezy temperatures at hand,

And coating with freehand,

 Making a mystical experience firsthand,

But do not misunderstand,

The beauty of the law of the land,

As it serves to supply demand,

Of the weather's frequency band,

A form of self-command,

Having the upper hand,

To create an exciting motherland,

Change one should not underhand,

But enjoy to the hour's hand,

With caution and a clothing band,

To explore the covered green land,

Of a snowy glory fanned,

With precautions in hand,

And knowing the assistants manned,

For the adventurous day planned.