It’s cold and I look up to the moon.
I think to myself whilst standing in the gloom;
Winter is such a dark tomb
It is like a grey, dull room.
But it will be spring pretty soon
And with a sudden colourful boom
All the orchards will be in bloom
And the bumble bees will ‘zoom-zoom’
All you smell is nature’s flowery perfume,
That just broke out of the cocoon.
Nestlings get nurtured every afternoon
And all is protected by the sun’s warm womb.
Until summer starts in June…
Written by Louis van Niekerk on 26 March 2010