The wind blows so strongly through my hair,
Early in the morning in the shivering winter air.
The sun breaks through the thick clouds in the sky,
on the frozen asphalt I attempt to lie.
Just to watch the rabbits hop around the valley and hills,
I lie their thinking what joy and grateness this feels.
Breath taken from the tempurature of the snow,
love and cherish begin to grow.
My heart beats for the fur coats
and long relaxing canope floats.
The day winter will end is the day I will begin to count down.
Until my toes freeze again I will stay in town.