A poem called Snow.

[Guest ♥️ Hayden Babygirl♥️]

Little drop by drop the clouds cry.

Waiting for mother nature to return from her slumber.

And when she wakes, she awakes greatly.

Her love for the clouds come and go like the rain drops they cry.

So she hugs the clouds tightly.

And thus white creation forms from the love.

Tis called snow.

This snow was built from love.