Its a white fairyland
that brings back memories of long ago,
its a white fairyland, silent and magical,
a land of pure white unblemished snow
Its a white fairyland
so softly and silently, does the snow fall
this white fairyland, enchants me,
and has me simply enthralled.
tall green trees, bowed down humbly
under the weight of the amassed snow,
white magic as far as the eye can see,
white and only white, on the rolling hills, high and low
these tall white sentinels
proudly standing guard in the night,
overseeing fondly, the children gambolling
having fun in a snowball fight.
and this white fairyland,
that has appeared overnight,
sets to shame all the colours
and proves the might of white.
I have no words, that can aptly describe,
the beauty of this scene, painted byGod
so I will just just say thanks, and drink in this scene,
another marvellous composition by the Lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful poem, arti... very graphic indeed... love.. Asma...