Snow On Big Ben

The freezing glass shivered as the clock handle stroke, snow on Big Ben, just like you see in the books. As the pages opened, from spring it started and flipped through summer, autumn then came winter’s heart. She remembered the bright sunflowers of spring, glowing Big Ben, just like you see in the books. The blazing sun of summer upon the clock turned over the pages, shining Big Ben brought you in shock. Autumn came and the yellow leaves fall. Family gathered, cuddled and brawled till finally when the leaves were gone and winter arrived. Snow on Big Ben, just like you see in the books. Left alone in this cold, lonely library she felt her heart trembles as she recalled the memories. Seasons passed, not a year and everything is gone, through the windows, Big Ben on breaking dawn.