Winter's Cozy Lawn Dream

Snowflakes are falling, the grass takes a nap, The mower is cozy beneath its dust

cap. The hedges are trimmed, the tools are all clean, The lawn's tucked

in tight like a holiday dream. No crabgrass, no clippings, no leaves in the

breeze, Just frosty perfection with bushes that please. The gnome wears

a scarf, the door wears a bow, And the yard glows with magic beneath

winter's snow. So here’s to your lawn, all cozy and bright, Resting in peace

on this cold, silent night. Spring will come soon, but for now let

it be— A festive green space by the holiday tree.