Falling Crystals
Falling Crystals
I hear the twittering of fowls
And the swishing of trees
With the cold breeze
I see the colorless clouds
Moving rapidly
As if they are hoofers
I see the clouds
Making a unique appearance
As I am sitting like a
Statue
With no disturbance
I hear the clouds
Making a dangerous sound
And in seconds
The silver crystals start
To fall on the ground