Gnanada .M
7A
Link to this poemThe wind on my skin, crisp and light, A breeze that dances through the air, It’s always been there, morning or night, Welcoming coolness everywhere. Snowflakes fall softly from above, Their quiet beauty drifts unheard, Children laugh and play, full of love, Building snowmen and chasing each word.
The wonderful winter we all wait for, Its magic brightens every day, A season of joy, and so much more, Filling hearts with warmth in every way.