19 May 2012
Snowflakes,snowflakes all around.
Each a different size and shape,as they fall onto the ground.
Once a few flakes-falling from above,
Now a blanket on the grass;cast by an icy glove.
Children play,and make snow men,
When will it fade?We don't know when.
Everyone gets excited,when the snow falls down,
But whenever it fades everyone's smiles are transformed into a frown.
Snowflakes • Opuss № I