After days of feeling ill
Must have caught a winter chill,
Suddenly I start to think,
Are we really on the brink?
Of winters where we see no snow?
I really hope not. But if so…
Then I will miss the snowball fights,
The glistening plants when I turn on the lights
The wonderful feeling of wrapping up warm,
A snowy old winter was always the norm,
But now we are stuck with an endless parade,
Of rain and wind and clouds throwing shade.
Bring back the winters like when I was a kid,
When I’d run around squelching, and doing a skid,
When my mum made hot chocolate and marshmallow bits,
Without snowy winters, it’s really the pits.