She falls as feathers, then gets swept up by the breeze
When she falls; it's with such ease.
She links arms with other feathers, to create the perfect layer
A blanket of snow, for her to ski on later.
She doesn't have to try, to morph into her many forms
She's at the mercy of the wind, and the storms.
She melts in the hot sun, but gets protected by the trees
When she melts, she's off to the seas.
In the sea she's free, to rise with the clouds and soar
As the season turns cold, she is winter's roar.
