There was no light, but the scintillating white,
The sky and the sun are in a mood to hide.
The white was falling and covered the ground,
The view was like it made me bound.
And I saw a lady out of the window,
Like calling the birds to come through the snow.
Fascinating snow failed to catch her sight,
Because her first look goes on the birds’ appetite.
The birds that had a quest in their shelter,
If stomach will be fed or be empty rather.
Despaired, waiting and watching the snow,
When it will stop and let us go.
But ravenous appetite made them fly,
Ate the grains and tasted feelings from high.
All it was God’s plan though,
If they could fly in the falling snow.