Softly swirling down, the flakes

Nearly make the whole world white.

Oh! If I could catch the snow

Winter could belong to me.

Flurries of flakes float out of reach,

Like tiny souvenirs of cold, cold days.

At last I catch some on my tongue.

Keeping them won’t be easy.

Each time one lands, it melts away.

Still, I’ll keep trying and hope one might stay!