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!