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.