The leaves fall in autumn
makes the trees bare.
The snow falls in winter
makes one stare.
The rustle of leaves
and the spread they do
the sheet of ice
and the wonderful scenario
give a natural sequence
one that of a yellowish attire
spreads charm and warmth.
Pure with a delinquency
seems the whitish fleece
remember the land has a choice
its facelifts with a tweeze
knows that monotony is drab
only colour adds to the glow 
this quality renders a love
yellow that of a pleasure
while white lends a purity
that be so with the earth not alone
stretches to all elements in a tone.
Meenas Poems 