Look!
There is a sleigh, in the dogged sleet
Against the gale, ignore the sneeze.
O, through the misty mist
I couldn't see him clearly
Who's the rider riding it.
Yet, I think
I could see him vaguely:
He is a man of strength,
With daring, with great glee.
Err...
Why does he looks so happy?
No one might know that indeed.
O,
His speed becomes more greatly
As if the horse is set free.
And then he stops suddenly
Under a tall banyan tree.
He than shout "viva voce"
"I am the man of the sleet!"
Arr..
He is the man of the sleet,
So thus, he is also the Creator
Of the Nature, if Beauty!!
