Magic of snow falling

In this beautiful universe,
with its quarks, atoms, molecules,
where viruses and bacteria
fascinate the eyes
and take breathes
of viewers in the Theater of Electron Microscopes,
there is a place for everything and everyone.
There is nothing impossible here.
Therefore, light, air, water can cut the hardest stone.
We can build celestial towers with bare hands.
We can use our imagination to disperse clouds.
With a breath of sincere love, we are able to warm the frozen heart.

Can you hear the scherzo for single-oboe?
At this time, the crystal lattice is being formed
in the clouds of lilacs.
In an hour the snow falls through her sieve
and it'll be snowing for hours.
A little bit drunk big guys with shovels
will come outdoors to clean the paths from H2O
looking like the sand of Saharah.
Isn't that strange look for aliens came to Earth from Enceladus? 
The reddish would model snow ladies and fortresses.
Someone will drop into the nap drunk with the fresh air
and would be reposing on the bottom of the huge hip of the snow.
That might you or me watching the snow falling,
looking at the ladder growing to the place,
where the Gods weave a crystal grid
catching the solids, the liquids, the air.