The water ran wild and rough
with no control over itself
Supporting no life, providing nothing
driven crazy in its freedom

It was in the early days
when the earth just formed
Too fast and tough to be controlled
till it was repaired

For life took some of it
and drank to fulfill their thirst
Their soul flowed in to soothe its rage
and it was finally tamed

As the birds migrate to warmer places,
Forming beautiful patterns in the sky
And the leaves turn golden and then wither,
To carpet the ground in shades of brown
You’ll know that it’s winter

As soft snow covers the roadway,
Into which boots sink,
And the white capped trees,
Glint red in the sunset
You’ll know that it’s winter

As the sun shows less and less often,
With a weak glare that warms no one
And the mist surrounds the air,
Making it colder
You’ll know that it’s winter

As the lake is covered with frost,
With the trapped fish calling out for help
And the waterfall frozen over,
Like a white sheet of ice
You’ll know that it’s winter

As the bells jingle,
Over the white snow,
And presents dropped near children
And as the happy roars of the youngsters,
Break the eerie silence
You’ll know that it’s Christmas

I roamed with my leg sore
Weary  in body and soul
For I was a traveller tired of the  lore
Which was learnt by my father before

The mountains loomed overhead
With arches that led
Deep in the ground which bore
The weight of these hills ages hence

The grass grew fresh and green
In meadows that weren’t seen
My footsteps were the first
My footprints stay here forever

As the flowers grew sweet and colourful
I knew it was time to explore
For I was a traveller weary of the lore
Which was learnt by my father before