POEMS
Chapter one.
'Winter.'
How is winter made?
Is it by the snow?
That whistles
Shrieks and howls?
Everywhere it blows?
Or is it by science?
The world spinning,
Turning,
With no sign of defiance?
Or is it by Nature?
That caresses,
Like a mother to
The races of patient?
Or is it by GOD?
Master of beauty and all?
Who shaped all of our mountains?
Once and for all, nice and tall?
Created the water, rivers and lakes?
And decided to give seasons, to all who wait?
This was for Leik.. Who ever reviews first :3
