Fragile Ray of Winter

I walk thought streets,
Listening to winter beats
Trees hold up a bitter stance,
And I feel threatened to glance.

I stop by a single rose,
It flashes me a fragile pose.
My eyes know not if it is young or old,
For its petals still are bold.

I pass its dainty atmosphere,
And tis not long 'fore I see a deer.
It runs not, but comes to me,
Two rose petals in snow's sea.

Again I move on, find now Red Bird.
Beauty unsung, seldom heard.
He sings for his mate,
I'd like to stay, but the urge to wander is too great.

I did not meet you yet today,
And I am no longer free to stray,
For I am but a ray of the Burning Sun,
And I am leaving, Day is done.