The Sky That Dropped Red Snow

The Sky That Dropped Red Snow

The sky that dropped red snow,

Not soft like winter’s breath,

But heavy, cold, and full of grief,

A whispered mourning, deep beneath.

It fell on the earth, like broken dreams,

A crimson tide that stained the seams,

Of lives once bright, now torn apart,

As sorrow bled through every heart.

No warmth in the air, no peace in the sound,

Just silence where hope had once been found.

Each flake a memory, sharp and raw,

A warning written in nature’s law.

The world stood still, as time was caught,

In the web of a loss no one had sought.

And the red snow fell without a care,

Cloaking the earth in despair.

When the storm passed, the silence grew,

No one dared ask what, why or how.