A traveller through the road of time,
I collect trinkets all through the way.
Things that u would ignore and leave,
Are the ones that usually with me are to stay.
With worn out shoes and dusty clothes,
I am not a choice you would make.
But once I chose to let you see,
The spring i was before winter came;
Through the mist I surround myself with,
You might find me to resemble a snowflake.
Several layers to unfold,
And each a unique sight to behold.