The Riddle

by Charlie Anderson aged 9

It sits on the mountains like icing on a cake
It covers the treetops and the cold, frozen lake
It sparkles in the sun like a disco ball
Like steps on a rug it quietly falls
The riddle is over, now you can know
The answer is simple, the answer is… ???

 

 

 

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