You are a winter’s child
Who now grows up.
This spring is not coming quickly.
What’s gone can not be stoped.
There were so many changes.
They came to you so hard.
You’re crying and complaining.
You could even be dead.
You looked to the winter closely.
You saw the winter’s eyes.
You knew how frizzing is cold.
You tell with windy ice.
And now… How can I help you?
Your word is falling down.
The Spring's came and the Winter's ended.
You are not longer the winter’s child.
No one likes rot and dampness.
I know how you feel.
The children always grow up.
It is the season’s deal.
