What a sight to see,

When the trees start to undress

The winter has arrived

And so have the snowflakes.

No two snowflakes are same

Yet, their uniqueness is superficial

They are mere frosty fluffs

Who form the blanket on the turfs.

Born from the air’s bosom

They melt away into steam

But they do have their own

Individuality and dream.

SNOWFLAKES- free falling stars

They gently remind us

Of what we, the people, are.