How The Winter Feels To Him.

In this morning he came The cycle bell rang so loud The call for getting the milk The milk selling man a nice one Asked to comment the winter He tells, winter or summer Spring, or rain no matter I am a poor milk seller Bound to awake in early hours No matter of concern of seasons Every season is a perfect one Every man is a noble man Every land is a divine land Every faith is a great one Every knowledge is vital Only lives that enjoying life That only matters and important The bell passed and he has gone His words echoes in the mind Every season is a perfect one Every word is important The words of kind heart is vital The ears listens like songs The beautiful songs, majestic sound How the winter feels is great.