WHITE SHEETS...

Miles far I could just see white sheets,
I kept on walking.
They weren't going to end, they had sworn that day...
The trees were white,
Birds as usual on their ride,
Their world seem limitless..
Their strength seemed tireless,
Like those never ending white sheets..
Of snow...yes it was snow.
White yet beautiful,
Expressionless yet peaceful,
Cold yet welcoming,
Hard yet melting easily,
Plain yet stunning,
Lifeless yet jovial.
The trees casting their shadows,
On those lovely sheets.
Did their jobs by making me even more pleased.
 What perfect strokes of brush!
That could even make  the flowers blush.
My eyes could not stop gazing,
At the brilliant masterpiece i was holding.
Oh ! how much i loved it.....
Those adorable lovely white sheets.
My eyes could not believe,
Was it really made by me?
Or was I being once again deceived.