WINTERSTORM
From a long distance, The wind starts howling, Like a cunning wolf, It rushes up the leaves, The wind asked them to fall down, From their beloved trees, To feel the loneliness. The storm along with wind, Make a bond, Starts a huge rustling, It's alike huge of wolves, Howling together, The poor softy sand, Couldn't hold on the ground For anymore, The sand flies like group of bees, With a deep sound, The flowers, leaves and sand Together flies like a mixture Of something Which spread fragrance Throughout the world. The fragrance make the heart Of all lives warm And people got hugged By the winderstorm.