Look! the snow that skipped melting
challenging the harsh rays of the Sun
Knowing its sovereignty
Yet remaining restful.
For sure!
conditions prevail not always in favour,
what confronts is strutting enthusiasm.
The delicate cotton balls
dropping down on the green trees,
colouring them white
& shaping the branches,
it painted them with itself.
Eventually, not eternally the superior
accomplishes the combat.
