These lines were written with the thought that everything on earth has its end.
Snowflakes mounted on a tree
Sat fitted on a crest with glee,
Others fall to the ground unluckily
Crushed with a heavy thud
From people like me.
Snowflakes you sit there
Looking down on me
Passing by soon to be out
Of sight from thee,
When I come by
Later in the day
Snowflakes you'll be gone
Like me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauitful poem - we never realise till its gone