Winter brings the bitter chill,
I shiver standing in the cold;
We warm ourselves near the fire,
We bring a tree into our home.
A blizzard wraps the wood around us,
A glistening blanket - snowy white;
Our forest is so silent now;
Stars shine like diamonds in the night.
In spring, the birds join in a choir,
Hundreds of songs in harmony,
I look around and hear them sing;
Flowers bloom so gloriously.
I smell the scent of fragrant rain;
Showers drench the fertile ground.
I see the trees begin to leaf,
Rustling rain comes pouring down.
In summer the sun radiates,
Filling the forest with all that's green.
Oak and pine fill my nose,
I walk beside the crystal stream.
The grass it grows higher, higher,
I feel it soft between my toes;
From time to time a storm arrives,
Clapping thunder, wind that blows.
Autumn brings a change in palette;
Squirrels hide their treasured 'corns;
The taste of nutmeg - pumpkin pie,
Jack-o'-lanterns at our doors.
Mouths are filled with apple cider;
Leaves piled upon the ground;
Children jump into them laughing,
Hidden in orange, maroon, and brown.
A thousand faces of the forest.
Winter; spring; summer; fall -
And yet the face of my beloved
Is more beautiful than them all.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
Winter brings the bitter chill,
I shiver standing in the cold;
We warm ourselves near the fire,
We bring a tree into our home.
A blizzard wraps the wood around us,
A glistening blanket - snowy white;
Our forest is so silent now;
Stars shine like diamonds in the night.
In spring, the birds join in a choir,
Hundreds of songs in harmony,
I look around and hear them sing;
Flowers bloom so gloriously.
I smell the scent of fragrant rain;
Showers drench the fertile ground.
I see the trees begin to leaf,
Rustling rain comes pouring down.
In summer the sun radiates,
Filling the forest with all that's green.
Oak and pine fill my nose,
I walk beside the crystal stream.
The grass it grows higher, higher,
I feel it soft between my toes;
From time to time a storm arrives,
Clapping thunder, wind that blows.
Autumn brings a change in palette;
Squirrels hide their treasured 'corns;
The taste of nutmeg - pumpkin pie,
Jack-o'-lanterns at our doors.
Mouths are filled with apple cider;
Leaves piled upon the ground;
Children jump into them laughing,
Hidden in orange, maroon, and brown.
A thousand faces of the forest.
Winter; spring; summer; fall -
And yet the face of my beloved
Is more beautiful than them all.
