Winter

May 28, 2014

Winter

Looking up at the sky,

And all I see

Is beautiful white snowflakes

Falling around me.

As I stand in the snow

Bundled up and yet I feel free

And my friends run around

Singing songs of Christmas glee

With all the reds, and the greens, and the white lights that shine

Merry couples, they laugh, as on skates they whiz by

Down the street all the children stack neat heaps of snow

Building soft smiling snowmen keeping warm in the cold

Christmas lights, shining bright

Under the snow through the night

Making white seems as colors, red and green flashing lights

Looking up at the sky

And all I can feel

Are cold piles of snow,

Beneath my icy feet

There’s soup inside

It’s hot and rich

I’m cold and it’s calling for me.

Feeling the breeze

While I watch the trees,

Thinking soon I’ll be warm

Like a mid-summer night’s dream.

Looking up at the sky,

And all I see

Is beautiful white snowflakes

Falling around me.

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