Winter

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.