The tree and me

and the grass below

are now waiting so for the snow..

And the Vänersea lake too

is waiting for ice to

lay on her surface

calming the waves

letting her resting in peace

until spring will spring through once again

How else could it be without seasons change

Before summer there must come a winter you see,

at least that is natural for me, and thee?

 So now we just hope for the best to be.