A blanket of snow envelops the mountain,
And covers the valley with a white curtain,
Naked trees sans greenery on the ground
Mourn the loss of life around.
The sweetly singing nightingale
And the cuckoo, with its melodious cooing,
Have fled, chased by the icy gale –
The onset of somber winter heralding.
Spring and summer’s brilliant sunshine
No more is present upon the skyline.
The cold chill makes our bodies shiver;
We need hot coffee to warm up our liver.
Nature, ravished, in deep slumber lies,
Frozen river waters no longer rise
Or flow majestically. Flowers have all faded,
Their brilliant colors are now all jaded.
Nature, of all its beauty shorn,
Proves that all the things that are born
On earth, must one day meet their doom,
The winter of life soon ceases to bloom.
The Winter of Life