Don't you love the seasons?
They each have a unique charm
Even Mister Winter
For he really means no harm.
I think he just gets carried away
His wind blows in hurricanes
And yes, sometimes folks' homes
Never ever are the same.
But Spring is around the corner
Flowers and warmth will prevail
Think of this, my friend when
Mr. Winter brings snow and hail!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it, my four year old daughter shouts at the wind to go away, then I have to pretend to be the wind and shout I'm going.