• The air is frigid, frosty, cool;
    Light lasts less than night
    And nature settles down to sleep
    So that this winter they'll be alright.

    The weeping willow wears a white gown,
    That clings to her curvy boughs;
    While the palm-sized dormouse's heart
    Slows down as he sleeps under snows.

    The brown-green grass is tucked in
    Under quilts of snow-sand,
    Ready to pop out it's many heads,
    When the bright sun graces the land.

    The air is frigid, frosty, cool;
    Light lasts less than night,
    And as I walk on crunching snow,
    Nature's there, under the white.