White snow and rushing winds
flying flurries that fall
into my face
again and again.
Her beauty surrounds me
near and far away
but I know someday
that it will be gone.
Then will come
His Majesty
to bring all dead to life!
To make the flowers blossom
the trees bloom
and the grass rise once more.
The mother of all
will follow him
to heighten the glory
of all around.
Rains will fall
and breezes, blow
to truly wake
all those below.
Finally, comes the youngest
who will bring the fruit forth
to feed us all.
As she dances
within the trees
the leaves yearn
to join her
And so they do!
Spinning
Drifting
Twirling
Swirling
Whirling
Until they come to rest
at last, upon the ground.


They love us all
and watch us all
Give life,
Grow up,
and become one with our world.