First there was the big bang in the sky,
Billions of years later a glow up high
The children thought it was a cloud,
It was a blizzard, the sky burst out loud
Then it just snowed and snowed and snowed,
Till New York needed to be shoveled and shoveled and shoveled
A twenty degree temperature drop in the North Pole,
Led me to believe the world would end whole
But look how optimistic the children, they lead the way,
In snow covered Fort Tryon Park, they play
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A beautiful descriptive write. The title speaks volumes. How unaffected are children by the snow storm. They wanna play no matter what. This poem touches upon climatic changes and the effect of that on the children. A delightful read.
I remember loving big snowstorms when I was a child. I would stay out all day building forts and snowmen and having snowball fights. (I even enjoyed shoveling) But as an older man, winter gets old quickly and snow becomes less and less fun. (I did build a snowman two months ago after our first snowfall) : -)
The beautiful picture of Talat Ansari, giving us a message, why in the fears of a death and destruction we should spoil our beautiful life? And your poem reproducing the beauty of the picture in beautiful words inspires us to look for a moment of peace and joy in a dream land like this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The picture is so beautiful. No wonder, you were inspired to write this wonderful poem! Thoroughly enjoyed it, Ayman! :)