Disha S. Gaikwad
9 – E
Let it Snow
It leaves the clouds above
its free to be in its form
Slowly,softly into the air
in its own thoughts.
It usually rests on land else,
a little boy playing takes it on his hand
and there it disappears nowhere.
So delicate, so beautiful,
but has to end,
on land or on hand,
none lives more than an extent,
tells us the snow;
everything that you have is now!!
Let it snow, you live your now!