Snow

Snow

By Kiran

Flakes gently falling,
like leaves from a tree.
Asking permission,
before they land,
on the snowflakes underneath.

Each one different,
like leaves on a tree.
A white carpet,
pure white,
till soiled by children’s shoes.
Pure white,
till driven on by passing cars.
Pure white,
till shoveled by melancholy, downbeat people.
Snow should be appreciated more than it is.

Snow doesn’t hurt,
snow is soft and forgiving.
People hurt,
they are selfish and cruel,
so let it snow.