In stillness now, they receive the covering.
They warm as it blankets, gentle in the chill.
“For He says to the snow, ‘Fall [on] the earth'” (Job 37:6).
“He gives snow like wool…” (Ps 147:16).
In wind it flies sparkling.
Limbs wave, clatter, and applause arises to dawning skies.
“All the trees of the field will clap their hands…” (Is 55:12).