Greed

Unkind wind go past by tree.
The wind takes her last clothes.
Only a nest remains on her cold arms.
She believes the bird will come back someday.

A giant dried brown monster lies on the ground.
Nobody knows where they are.
Going down deep inside, you might find what you want.
Do not cry a little squirrel.

Winter has cold and lonely fragrance.
He is the incarnation of auarice.
Yelling, taking and throwing.
Greed, greed, greed.
He never satisfies.

Winter

Gloomy Monday.
Needing a coat, gloves and a muffler.
I cannot distinguish between clouds and sky. I cannot see blue sky.
Hey, girl. How much time did you run? Your face is getting red.
Stop shouting for me, idiot! You look just idiot!!
Cold wind and fallen leaves smell.
My pen is getting cold like an ice and my fingers too.
Exactly winter.