The wind whooshed from the breeze,
It would soon freeze,
The flowers bloomed for the last time,
The button poms the color of a lime,
The birds chirp and the bees buzz,
And it is all because,
The winter is coming and it is getting colder,
No longer will the flowers smolder,
The animals will no longer collaborate,
And will hibernate,
For the winter is coming.
- Title: Winter
- Artist: Moonlight_Strolls
- Description: I had to write an onomatopoeia in my literature class and this is what i wrote.
- Date: 05/30/2009
- Tags: winter