🔵 By Christopher S. De Roberts. Photo by lauragrafie.
As I walk the mountain side
The sky is gray because the clouds, they hide
The trees are dead and he leaves are gone
Because the sun doesn’t shine and the wind has blown
The ground is brown because the leaves are down
The air is cold and the wind is bold
The sun hasn’t shown so the birds have flown
To find their way to a brighter place
The only sound is the river to hear
Or you might see a passing deer
As the snow begins to fall
Old man winter has given his all
Everything is covered in white
And it still doesn’t help to make it bright
Tomorrow is another day
And there will be another on the way
But this will come to pass
Because winter doesn’t last