In the morning of a May Day,
snowflakes gracefully danced their way to ground,
they were shining proudly under sunlight,
and cultivating the seeds beneath the land.
In the afternoon of the same May Day,
breeze quietly arrived on the tips of branches,
it was gently touching the snowflakes,
and bringing awareness to the white.
“Spring is here,” breeze whispered,
“it is the time to let everything wake up!”
“Oh, is that soon?” flakes hesitated,
“then we will see you in a few months.”
The flakes melt themselves into the soil,
to give the last parts of their nutrients,
breeze breathed warmth out,
to bring vitalities to the spring sky.
From Hiding to Blogging 
that’s a lovely poem 🙂
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