The branches full of white like
snow flakes in status, frozen
on the braches flowing in
the breeze.

Then like angel feathers they
glide upon the wind like a snow
flake each different each gentle
blossom travels on the breeze .

Like a blizzard they caress my
face, softly touching cold, but
more gentle than a snow flake.
The beauty of a blossom on the
trees.

Then as though picked they flow
like a blizzard of beauty white and
pinks float around gentle petals
travelling upon the gentle winds.