Growing up

Frosty-white and cold it lies 
Underneath the fretful skies;
Snowflakes flutter where the red banners of the poppies spread,and the drifts are wide and deep, where the lilies 
fell asleep.

But the sunsets o’er it throw
Flame-like splendor, lucent glow, and the moonshine makes it gleam like a 
wonderland of dream, and the sharp winds all the day, pipe and whistle shrilly gay.

Safe beneath the snowdrifts lie, rainbow buds of by-and-by; in the long, sweet days of spring, music of bluebells shall ring, and its faintly golden cup, many a primrose will hold up.

Though the winds are keen and chill, roses’ hearts are beating still, and the garden tranquilly dreams of happy hours to be, in the summer days of blue, all its dreamings will come true.

Snowmen are stacked very high, their top hats almost skim the sky, to make them round they must pat, then 
finish off with mittens and hat.

As the weather gets cold, the children are told to come 
inside and eat hot chocolate with a couple treats.

Once the kids are done, they put on their gear for some more fun, some of them play around, while other kids just lay on the ground.

Kids slid down the hill, ‘til they were bitten by a chill
Almost over is the day,
The children start to walk away, as snow falls, so does the sun, time to go in, the day is done.

Shweta Singh
Class VIII, 
Radiant International School