A wonderful world around
Dressed in warm coats
And soft puffy boots
We walk through the snow
In the winter woods.
Up in the sky
Over our heads
The clouds float by
Like giant white rams.
Down under feet
There are little prints on the snow.
How many of them we meet.
Where do the prints’ owners live?
Above the snow or below?
We stop to have rest
At a big spruce tree
And feel excited in chest.
How happy we can be!
Then, we go farther,
Across a small hill.
Oh, we would rather
Go around, towards that mill.
We see an old mill
And a frozen river beside.
It is just opposite the hill.
And down the hill we glide.
We wonder a bit
What is inside?
We look in front of it,
We explore behind.
But there is nothing amazing
Next to the mill,
Among the snowy bushes
As well as between.
We set off again
Leaving the mill behind,
Because all interesting things
Are always outside.
We continue our way
Along the frozen river.
We go past some trees
And … it seems
We start a bit to shiver.
It gets colder,
Luckily we are not far from home
And we start moving back
It is enough for today to roam.
Now, not onto the hill
But into the wood
Just right away to our spruce tree
Where to have some rest we could.
We are so curious about
That wonderful world
Which is everywhere around
And much more beyond.
© Antonina Megibor