Snow

Under a subdued sun,
Basking in its glory
Purity at it's best,
The snow tells a story.

I'm glanced at in awe,
As if a blooming flower,
The heavens, my origin,
I'm compared to shining stars.

My airs are always chilly,
My temperature frozen cold
I breathe mists of water,
And always play outdoors.

Passer-by's perceive me
As a stunning view,
Earth, my destination,
Rainbow is my hue.

The moon is my companion,
The trees sell me their souls,
I spread my white feathers,
Over plains, mountains and moors.

I'm trodden upon and molested
I'm shoved and heaped aside,
Yet humanity foresees my coming,
As the best of winter times.

- Sonia Doreen Paul

Confused Life

Like a flower,
Too late to bloom,
Things happen too fast,
They happen too soon.
Decisions yet,
Still undecided,
Feeling confused,
And under minded.
Feeling big,
But metaphorically small,
Wishing I,
Wasn't here at all.
Worst of all,
Feeling cheated,
Wishing I were,
Undefeated.
But life hits us,
At a great force,
When we think it can't,
Life WILL get worse.

- Sara

Dying Flower

The flower that once stood tall and strong,
Is dying now, but what went wrong?
A lack of love was in the air,
The fact of knowing no one cares,
Day by day a petal drops,
Lying on mud like heavy thoughts,
Like blood stops pumping through one's veins,
The withering plant no longer gains,
The vital things to survive alone,
But in the wind loneliness is blown,
Brown dead leaves are hanging low,
The flower will no longer grow,
Instead it droops into the ground,
Where in death the only joy is found.

- Sara