It was so quite, there was was a stilness in the air
winter was coming and also despair.
Black ice on the roads, with no gritters in sight
This going on night after night and everyone seems
to disapear out of sight.
You meet a friend and you start to speak, but their
replie it seems so weak, they have to get home
because it's so cold is this a sign that they are growing
old.Friendship comes and friendship goes but true friends
will chatter when it snows and they that do have no care
when the north wind blows because a good true friendship
just grows and grows.
Not even a winter storm can blow it away because a friend is
a friend to the bitter end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem