MISTY GIRL

MISTY GIRL
The world transformed, a winter's grace,
Snowflakes dance, a gentle pace.
A baby girl, with eyes so bright,
Gazes out, a wondrous sight.
The air is crisp, a frosty bite,
But fearlessly, she steps outside.
A tiny hand, a vibrant hue,
Lifts a bright umbrella, brand new.
The snow descends, a soft caress,
Upon her cheek, a gentle press.
She twirls and laughs, a joyful sound,
As snowflakes fall all around.
The umbrella sways, a colorful bloom,
A shelter bright, dispelling gloom.
A tiny figure, brave and bold,
A winter's tale, a story told.
The snow keeps falling, soft and deep,
While baby girl, her secrets keep.
Of wonder felt, and joy so pure,
In this magical, snowy hour.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI