In the summertime that trees decorated with green leaf it so nice
But with the winter it becomes bare
The river becomes white in color and white snow floated here and there
The bench, which is close to the river it has covered by solid of snow, it was creative
The painter who created a portrait while sitting on the close to a river
The picture showed one couple they embraced forever
She's head had been laid upon his chest corner
Snowing that around them it beat for them more holder
"Birds sit brooding in the snow, " the phrase wrote by The great poet Shakespeare
The birds it cannot be either flutter or singing with the icicles and frozen snow on the atmosphere
Dropping that snow, it is deeming thousand of the word upon poet page
while writing poem of winter nature that is invasionbody chills somewhere
The winter wind is blowing as a murmur of owl sound
The spring is better with the sun although winter is an opportunity for the beloved
Although not made a thousand of rivers with a lot of pint water to floated
Because of the poets of great never ever thought that naturewill be changed without an order of god
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem