Fresh snow falls in heaps,
Covering all of the green grass,
A bird of color suddenly weeps,
As she discovers some meals pass.
Light and fluffy it catches the breeze,
Beautifully it swirls all around,
The bird of color begins to wheeze,
And her feet, caught in thorns are bound.
Drifting in and drifting out,
The sparkly specs dance,
They jump and leap and twirls all about,
Catching the eyes of romance.
Freezing and shaking I like ok clothes,
To keep from dying inside,
When winter comes I wish it goes,
Somewhere else, so I don't have to hide.
