Snowfall
Preethila Zaman
Preethila Zaman
The snow lightly flurries
And settles on everything
From the thin tree-branches
Hanging high in the air
To the bushes sitting
On the very ground.
It seems as though nothing is
free from the snow’s touch
That leaves its mark on the world
By covering it in a white hue.
Even the sun shyly peeks out
Through the clear sky
And shines a bright beam of light
To illuminate the snow’s work
As it colors the world white.