The Snow does have a purpose divine,
Right from the time in cold atmosphere,
It changed from raindrops into soft white flakes,
When it reaches the land, dancing down from skies,
To settle down in plains and to be stored in moors,
And mountain tops, to replenish the shrinking glaciers,
Its service starts, after it touches the ground,
And the blazing summer sun functions,
To melt it down back into water for sustaining life,
Its divine ordained journey began from the Ocean,
And continues even after it joins the ocean back,
And then without taking a pause, it goes forward,
On its circular path.
For someone who does not understand,
the purpose of falling snow,
It may sound just like a riddle.
God does not talk his secrets directly,
But surely through his manifestations,
A glaring example is the falling snow,
For the wise and knowledgeable.
God talks to them, to his chosen ones,
In his wordless and soundless language,
They hear him with divine ears,
And their hearing, seeing, perceiving,
mysteries divine never fade.
MyKoul
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