Winter Poem

 Winter

When the flowers begin to bloom.

With their gay and youthful beauty.

 When the trees are laden with fruits. 

With all the varieties of Nature,

 When the lazy insect keeps at home.

Sharing not the joy of earth. 

When the Swallows fly to a warmer clime 

Berefting the wide expanse of the sky

 When the animals stir not in the open 

Lost they fall a victim to the piercing cold

 When the Sun is lost in the horizon

 And coldness descends once again.

Then we know

 That winter is here

 And has come to stay.

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