i hear it in the air
i don't know what to do
its simply just not fair
i look out of my window
and watch the rain fall
i hear the howling of the wind
the winter has arisen
i sit in a field
the sun on my face
i hear the birds singing
its a brilliant tune
i live in a cottage
with a hawthorn tree
that shades the outer garden
i sit down underneath and watch
the waves lapping to the shore
i am now walking through the field
i feel something cold
i am snapped back into reality..
i am standing in the rain
i am wet and cold
but yet calm and at peace
i hear the birds singing one more time
then a howl of the wind
i hear it in the deep hearts core
winter has arisen
