Winter

Winter in my garden

Oh sweet, sweet, lovely winter in my garden arrived.

With it's chillness and sweet hypnotic scents pervading in the breeze,

flowing in my ears, ticklin' innocently yet naughty like

a child with a naughty gleam in his eye lookin' toward his mother.

It caresses my face, like a child's, in his mother's gentle palms.

In the night, beneath leaves the dew drops shines like a pearl.