WINTER'S SPELL br br Ended, hence, the glorious time of the sun’s lifespan, br The trees were fully clothed, in leaves br Resilient, they had sung merrily br But now, all had gone… br With deserts of sadness ….. br What can a ball of cheese do? br Up from the sky… br If it cannot fill the tummy of a poor man... br The Moon covers the Earth down br Looking down at the rows of naked trees br With only a memory of leaves br Nipped by the frost, they want to be freed… br Ended up in the desolate stretches of snow br Eyes begged to see a scrap of light br But what it touched was a bare white Earth br His pale hands overworked br With no snow dogs they grieved...