Flurries,
Gently falling from the sky
She starts asking why
Flurries,
You make the background beautiful
But why are my troubles still so plentiful?
Flurries,
You come and go
But my troubles never slow
Flurries,
Darkness descend
Your pure whiteness still ascend
Flurries,
Your impermanence
Makes her see beyond all continents
Flurries,
All things are transient
She realises
Flurries,
She says
My troubles are miniscule
As compared with
The vastness
of the Earth
