We have the right of living,
and to speak, to stand in line and ryhme.
we all have what we believe in
about creatures, nature and time.
trees and plants grow in is season,
river, mountain, stars and moon show us the sign.
we are naives, even though the cloud tells us the meaning
that winter was drawing nigh.
we prepared for this season for a reason,
because we knew it comes between autumn/fall and spring.
every house can be cold and chilling
mama where's my jacket and socks we all sing.
oh winter oh winter.
your memory will never lost in our brain,
the winter sport is always enliven
ice hockey, snowboarding and ski sprint.
Copyright © afolatoba saheed marshal | Year Posted 2019
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