Winter is calling,
snow is falling.
The landscape turned white
while we were asleep in the night.
It now beholds a brilliant sight.
It displays nature's majestic might.
The land goes to rest.
The bird abandons its tree nest
as it leaves to south from west.
Somewhere warm is best.
Winter brings true peace to the mind
(that is so hard to find)
It sends chills down my spine.
Yet it looks ever so fine.
Winter is like a paradise far away,
a fleeting dream that doean't stay,
it reels in your head like yesterday.
