Watching those still flakes fall from above, Her heart fast pulsed, with the awe of the Hand That carefully wove the frail pieces whereof On this long-awaited historic day, the ground receives like doves.
The striking snowscape gracefully takes shape, a beauty keen to behold her acquaintances soon step in, roving they clap palms with gaiety as they mold, and shortly on that broad striking sheet, A snow-nun emerges, wearing an irresistible smile On this long-awaited historic day, the ground receives her.
Marshalled they hold hands, with eyes heavenward To honour the unbeatable Hand, that has assembled from above The little frail pieces of their very diverse frames That the Villa ground receives tenderly with love.