Author: Leopardfield of SnowClan PM
A poem about winter. Kind of obvious.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 114 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-03-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3088841
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Skeleton trees, their bones all bare
The grass around them brown.
Dried up flowers, once so fair
Roots in dry, dry ground.
White flakes of white sky above
No sun can now be seen.
Snow holds the land, a cold glove
Little is now green.
The world has turned black and white
Yet survival is new.
Just like we have light in night
Warmth is now year-through.
We humans are now safe inside
Deaths from cold have thinned.
Us with minds and species pride
Are safe from biting wind.
A time which is dark and bleak.
A time of death for all.
In a time to make all meek
Mankind is quite small.