• I am the winter,
    a wonderland you see,
    but underneath the blankets
    is another side of me.

    You'd think that the wind
    is blissful and fun,
    but that is me sighing.
    Three...two...one...

    I love watching children play
    until they go home.
    And I held my breath steady
    to find myself alone.

    Kids always love this:
    Tasting soft, icy snow.
    That is me crying...
    But I doubt they'll know.

    Not a single being knows I'm sad.
    Not even He knows it, too.
    And so I watched the circle of light
    melt me until I am nothing...but dew