she wove a picture of glory with her hand each thread showing the colours of nature to behold its fine attributes was grand all of the features making for rapture her vista truly astounding to sight blue of sky stretching over the terrain pristine snows covering mountains of height red soils spanning across the open plain so splendidly embroidered our globe with hues of green in the vegetation floral shades deftly sewn through a robe the wondrous exhibit of prime creation our planet possesses remarkable tints she is an asset of such divine glints
لايمكن للثلج ان يكون الا بلون ابيض ناصع و كقلب ابيض ناصع ... يسقط الثلج الابيض فيثلج صدورنا بجماله ... احيانا يسقط الثلج الابيض في الصيف ليزيد دفء المكان و الزمان ... و لا يتوقف الثلج عن السقوط فوق الجبال العالية ... _____________________
