The Whispering wind blows beside me, <br />And the chirping birds softly sing their song, <br />The living leaves of Gaia no longer we see, <br />As winter has come and it seeks to live long. <br /> <br />The tunes of winter sung by wolves, <br />And its liveliness’ shown by fog, <br />The dance of winter preformed by ghouls, <br /> Oh winter, thy shall now have thy own synagogue.<br /><br />Aditya Mudbhary<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-on-winter/
