Winter Time
Little critters hide, preparing for the rage of coldness
Birds begin to fly south running away from the race of winter.
The trees are now bare, shivering ever so slightly
When gusts of wind hit their mere bodies
Tiny, baby, snowflakes sprinkle to the floor,
Tiny children run out,
Pushing, and shoving,
Yearning for the white clouds of snow
Snowmen, Snow forts, Snow Angels, Snow Fights,
A magic white world!
When little rosy cheeks
And red noses appear,
I know,
It's time for hot chocolate!