Snow

Snow, our beautiful snow, that is given by God,

As a gift to the world.

Spreading its joy, with snowball fights and more.

This is our beloved snow, so crisp and light,

As it comes, it is white.

It brightens up the city with a fright.

It is white, pure and peaceful, our snow.

Made by God and untouched by humankind.

Inspiration

The inspiration, to write this poem, came directly from the snow, for it is a gift to the world to enjoy when it comes like many of us do in so many ways, make a snowman, have snowball fights, make a cave, produce water, just have to use your imagination.

It is beautiful white, light by touch, it just melts in your hands, but when it settles, it becomes crisp and hard and makes life hard, even with its purity and peacefulness, which is made by God, without the hand of humankind.

HM, HRH Laxmiben Hirani