SNOWFLAKE POEM

Snowflakes soft as a pillow

Glitters in the sun and under all that snow is fairy’s having a gigantic pillow fight I can hear their laughing and I want to join in with them

But when the snow starts to clear it goes all squidgy and all the nice white stuff goes all the tree branches go all soggy and wet but the Snowflakes are still there glittering in the sun. The wind goes by and kisses our cheeks and it’s the best feeling.