Winter

Winter

The cold winds of winter rise

And our eyes are filled with sorrow

For there might not be a tomorrow.

We feel our impending demise.

The hot summer gave us fire;

We were joyous and had fun,

Overhead there shined the sun.

What more can a man desire?

With the autumn came the twilight,

The clouds, gathered the sun frowned,

Heavy rain our small land drowned

And now comes the winter, bringing night.

Dead trees on the white snow lie

To survive this storm they tried,

But they all fell down and died

And like them we, too, will die.

Empty and of life devoid,

Mother Spring, she comes again,

But her purpose must now end

For this winter all the life destroyed.