The Country is beautiful always
For nature is amazing for sure
And snowy winters incredible
So pristine and wonderfully pure.
But what happens when combined
Snow and country is a dream
Walking under trees in the forest
I'm sure you know what I mean.
A glob of snow plops on your head
As you crunch through the forest ground
Reminds you of when you were little
Smiling at the song bird sounds.
Memories that fill a picture book
Turning pages always special to me
Books to pass down generations
Of beautiful snow in the country.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a lovely poem x Thanks for sharing.