I HATE winter

I miss you Green Grass,

I miss you tickling my toes.

I miss walking outside to class,

I am really only winter's foe.

 


Where are you lovely Sun?!

Where are you soft wind?

Pretty flowers, I love to run

With you I can always grin.


Sun, oh how I have mourned your loss,

Since you disappeared behind those clouds.

Are you mad or somehow cross?\

Are you finished with us all in our crowds?


Why must you punish us?

We know you are the boss.

Why have such a big fuss?

We will be at a complete loss....



In the end.