Winter Poem

The snow falls,

Soft as silk.

Sparkles bright,

The colour of milk.

The cool breeze,

A chill in the air.

Soft clouds,

Float bear.

The sun hides,

In its little hole.

Doesn’t come out,

Until the summer blow.

The creatures sleep,

For a good 2 months.

They await,

For the sun.

The lake freezes,

Solid as ice,

Clear as crystal,

Cold as stone,

The chill in our spine,

Touches  the bone.

The world seems quite,

As if asleep.

The air seems fresh,

Clear of disseise.

If only our word,

Could stay the same.

We destroy the earth,

With our nasty games.

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