It's December
And it's also
Winter time
Amongst a blanket of snow
The birch trees are standing tall
And strong
Like solders in the wind
And draped around them are Christmas lights
Shining brightly
Throughout the night
Nearby stands a church
Where religion takes place
All year long
For whomever wants to and is willing to accept spirituality
Into their lives
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem