Mornings are blessed with the white petal shower
They are all sent from the heaven with lot of power
The winds try to take them away, and a game they play
Watching them create a beauty my eyes on window lay
At times the earth sips them in and awaits more
At other times cuddles them and says send some more
As my hat turns white so are the hats of all huts around
My face blooms as the falling petals come to my hands
The beautiful formations of icicles take my breath away
The trees have turned their leaves from orange to white
The grounds is adamont to let me put my feet firmly on it
The rice fields are sowing ice now,like the carpet over them
The woods I see on the hills are now all white
The pearls kiss my umbrella as I walk to admire the angels
I bid them a smile, as I see another color out of their mother's brush
