A Winter’s Gem
In the wee hours before the sun rises
on this Winter’s morn,
With gentle grace twirling through
crisp cold air,
I saw the arrival of the first burst of
snowflakes of the year,
In the garden, every leaf they adorn.
Delicate patterns intertwine like ribbons
of white lace,
Fluttering and spinning in a dance so
pure and full of grace,
Snowflakes are one of Winter’s most
beautiful gems,
These fleeting moments of joy can only
be seen as they leave no trace.
Each flake, a little dancer, unique in
its way,
With a slight touch of the sun’s ray,
they sadly melt away,
Life is short, and like the snowflakes
that fall,
Let’s lose ourselves in this magic and
swirl with the flakes, as each moment
is a miracle and a gift to us all.
By Zyrool
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