The cold breeze that touches my skin,
The dropping of white small balls have begin,
As it slowly drops on the road,
Little kids pick it up and mold.
I amazingly stared at the snowflakes,
How beautiful it's color and shapes,
Blue with a hint of white,
What a wonderful sight.
I like relaxing in cold places,
Not cold people who do poker faces,
Appreciating each thing in Earth,
To know about their worth.
A/N: Snowflakes are beautiful,but at the same time,it's cold.
