The Tale of the Dancing People

A depiction of the snow as tiny dancers

Dancing, dancing
On your palm, your hat, your nose
Here we are, performing the dance
Not everybody knows

We come from the heavens
We fall through the stars
Past clouds and trees and speeding cars
We're here to dance again

Our dance is not a pure ballet
Or a dance of old
It has no jazzy undertones
But celebrates the cold

Alighting upon the moonlit ground
On crisp, bright nights
We may be found
Performing our dance for all to see
Merrily, yes merrily,

For what is life but a dance on the beach
Look in your heart
It's not hard to reach
Find in you the light of your soul
And suddenly it's not so cold
You'll dance to the stars
You'll dance to the lake
You'll dance to celebrate
A joy one can't fake

This joy we have brought
Is not here forever
But will we stop dancing?
For the sake of the cold
Never.