A winter's day is what you make of it.
The clouds above could be a comfort
Or a prison.
The trees could be beautiful
Or barren.
The piled snow could be a blanket
Or a trap.
The ice could be an attraction
Or a hazard.
The snowflakes could be works of art
Or pinpricks of cold.
You control the mood of a winter's day.
What kind of day do you want to have?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
truly, things are what you make them.