The month of December
The winter on this way,
the only thing I remember
The very cold on this day.
No sign of rain
No sign of snow,
the only feeling I gain
is the cold wind that flow.
Trees are without leaves
like they are getting dead,
The birds are hiding like thieves
under the small shed.
people enjoying hot cup of tea
children enjoying their campfire,
Today is not good to admire
cause out their nothing I can see.
Here the moon comes out
peeping out with cold light,
This cold night no doubt
now I want to sleep in quite.
