When the trees are green no longer
And the ice and wind grow stronger
Really cold outside and in
Being cold is not a sin
Trying to have fun insinde
The memoris of autumn have died
No more leaves upon the trees
It must be under
Zero degrees
The snow and ice have made it cold
Freezing, is this whitish gold
Radhika Gupta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-is-yet-to-come/
