Snow fell slowly to the ground.
A soft wind swirled silver dust around.
Everything was simple, peaceful, and calm.
The beautiful sight was like a balm.
When Twilight topped the crest of the hill on her way,
All the stress from her studying simply melted away.
She stopped and saw how much the crusaders had done.
She giggled and couldn’t help but break into a run.
Flakes of soft snow began to fall from the clouds.
They fell on the crusaders who should be feeling proud.
Instead they slept sweetly, hardly making a sound.
The soft snores from bushes told Twilight where her friends could be found.
Sneaking softly to the bushes without waking the three fillies.
Twilight nudged her friends awake slightly and told them they were silly.
They were supposed to take the girls inside,
After the girls had latched on dreams to ride.
She supposed it was for the best,
That her friends had fallen asleep instead.
This wondrous winter had brought the crusaders rest,
And made a darn good bed.
It should have been cold, but instead it was warm.
It appeared within the snow and ice the fire of friendship took form.
The crusaders had taken what was cold, and harsh, and unforgiving,
And they made it into a fresh miracle worth giving.
Twilight and her friends decided to wait for the girls.
They watched the three sleep until they woke in the snow swirls.
They woke to the scene that they had created.
The snow and the ice fell upon breath that was bated.
The three stood up and looked around in glee.
It was better than anything their wildest dreams let them see.
They danced, and shouted, and made angels of snow.
It took them forever to see what they still didn’t know.
Each of them now had their own Cutie Mark.
Scootaloo was a master of daredevil tricks.
Sweetie Belle could sing as sweet as a lark.
Applebloom would be building with wood and with bricks.
They were so excited they forgot there was one more thing to be done.
They were too busy having their fun.
There were adventures to be had with the talents they’d earned.
What they should do with their talents had yet to be learned.
The crusaders dashed off into the dawn as Sweetie sang their theme song.
As long as they stuck together things couldn’t go wrong.
The six mares chuckled at the three’s energy.
The three were already off on another destruction spree.
Luckily, Twilight remembered there was one last thing to be done.
This small patch of winter was a triumph, hard won.
Her horn lit with a brilliant, magnificent, light.
She cast a spell on the snow using all of her might.
A whirling boom rang out through the world.
A sudden gust of wind was followed by a blinding light,
And all the world came to watch as fresh snow fell through the air and swirled.
All who watched stood pinned at the sight.
They couldn’t help but smile bright.
Not one pony tried to fight.
Everything that was wrong suddenly seemed alright,
And it was thanks to three little fillies that they felt such delight.
Author's Notes: It's been a while since I've written poetry so sorry if the rhyme scheme's ever off. Hope you enjoyed.