“It’s covered with snow.” Gun Roswell
Made out of snow
In one windy blow
The air cool and misty
Shiny white and crispy
Nature pearled
And transformed
Into winter world
“Snow fell, once again, it must be winter?” Gun Roswell
In the early morning hours
When in to the day adventuring
The air crisp and nature frozen
Of the wet snow during the night fallen
Trying hard not to sink in
As in the soft powder hard to stand
A pair of tire tracks to walk in
As the snow covers most of the land
Looking at the skies
For some star me to guide
The redness of it all
Makes me stare in awe
In the midst of toughest winter times
It really is hard for any green grass to find
But appreciating the beauty around me
As soon enough , summer winds will me besiege