Sweet smelling rain turns to white flakes of cold Falling so slowly, someone young might turn old. The dirt turns to ice, frozen mud on the ground, You cant hear a thing, for snow absorbs sound. Deadly quiet, not a person in sight, Bright as the day are the white blanket nights. So cold I fear my breath, my very words Will turn to hard ice and plummet downwards To land on the pavement with loud, piercing sounds And shatter to pieces on hard frozen ground. And theyll just walk by, while my words lay there, dead I should have just left them to swim in my head. Winter, its just such a traitorous thing Oh, all the coldness and glumness it brings. But, for some reason, when green turns to white, I cant help but feel so strangely bright. For I know that tomorrow a new day will come, Itll be as wet as yesterday was. But when enough tomorrows finally pass, The snow, it will melt, finally, at last! Then hints of green will begin to arrive And Ill begin to feel very alive, Just like the flowers, all starting to bloom And the warm rain that falls to melt away gloom. Winter is here, but Im not very sad, It will be gone, like a teenagers fad. |
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