I liked the poem of one writer. I just have photos for him.
Through the field the bunny jumps
Rain cries over the ground.
Blood nose, begging bitterly
You, the beasts, are already in the holes.
Hide in the house, little kids ...
I do not have a house for myself.
Ask for a rain, though stroke.
I do not have my mom and dad
You play
Play with me ...
Already wandered in the winter.
Cold weather I'm very cold, I already had puddles.
My eyes even froze down
There are no hats or cloaks.
Already the Bear is in the den.
I will fall on the ground with snow and funny stars
I'll fly over you soon, very soon.
The snow is snow and mountains
White - white, starry ...
Go ready for the sledge.
One will be fun! Laughter, tempo, tempo, laugh!