Friday, 26 August 2011

Chanoro the Spirit of Winter

Autumn is almost over,
The trees are leafless and thin,
The mood is grey and dreary,
But then Chanoro comes.

The rain becomes swirling snow,
The ponds freeze into mirrors,
The grass becomes frosted and silvery,
The great Chanoro has come.

As children glance out of their windows,
Now topped with icicles shiny and slim,
They yell with glee and run to the winter wonderland,
Chanoro's work here is done.


Pyro.

4 comments:

  1. HIP HIP HOORAY FOR CHAN! He makes everything better and PRETTY!


    FTW
    PYRO! I love this!
    XDDD
    Fantastic poem! Brilliant!
    :D
    Thanks for posting this!
    BRAVO!!!

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  2. Wow this is AMAZING
    I <3 it!!

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  3. Thanks pyro, i am deeply honoured to read this poem, thank you very much, my friendThanks pyro, i am deeply honoured to read this poem, thank you very much, my friend

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  4. ~gets shivers~
    I love this poem! It's beautiful and gives me chills :D

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