The touching winter tale’s
At long last come to my place.
The snow is everywhere,
I don’t want to avoid the nice snare.

In the morning – icy mood,
In the afternoon – being crude
Stepping on the big dropped bunch…
Do you hear that snow crunch?

In the evening – the bling blings
Covering my playground.
Please, don’t touch those things
Don’t be so frowned.

You will enjoy that beauty.
Try to memorize
Don’t be so much moody
And my winter gives to you the prize.

You’ll see how much your imagination
Can be amazed at night.
You’ll see the millions of shining stars
Twinkles, shimmers. They stun!
They will be glistening brightly
Like drops of water in the sun.