Looking for a place...

As the flurries float in the air

And settle lightly on the ground

I stick my hand out through the window

It feels so magical, without any background sound

By now the green grass is covered

And the earth sleeps beneath a blanket of snow

The air is fresh and silent

With nature's beauty at its peak flow

I absorb the view slowly

And the child inside me smiles

I like such moments to be honest

Where one gets to look outside their busy lifestyles

A pigeon lands on a disant tree

But quickly flies away

I think to myself it must be cold

For otherwise it would stay

It flies to the top and repeats its action

Realising the tree is the same everywhere

But this time it's determined to make its place

And doesn't leave in despair

It cleverly scrapes off abit of snow

And then some more with its feet

And once it has made its own space of comfort

I know it hasn't accepted defeat

So you might think I'm abit tipsy

Analysing a bird's doings

I have to admit when I thought of all this

Even I was assured I could do with some reality meetings

But what I realised was thankfully sane

And I felt quite philosophical

I found myself putting pieces together

To make everything seem logical

And I understood that the pigeon had left me

With a vital lesson to learn from

A place doesn't exist on its own in a difficult surrounding

We need to make our own room therefrom

It applies to life and its downs

Where sometimes we're forced outside our comfort zone

It's up to us to blend in and adjust

By taking an action to combat being thrown

Okay...I also know flurries may not be that exciting for some

But let's create our own magic

Life's too short to rely on just big things

To make it ecstatic or tragic

So the point is appreciation can start

At a very tiny moment in your life

It's your positive outlook on things that matters

And life will seem less of a strife...