Winter he who looks like Spring,
Trees still naked-birds don't sing,
Sky is gray, daylight missing
Clouds unwanted from rain they bring.
Shadows still walk upon the land,
These chilly airs have the upper hand,
Feeling bitter, I cannot stand
Where is the sun? O' I demand!
If only Spring-a being I could attack
To bring in the warmth that this world lacks-
Worst place in the world, here I live at.
As Winter morphs into Spring,
The season that shakes Winter off its back.