Cold Sets In

The rotting of the summer sun makes my eyes turn red,
I cry for all the sleepy trees that had to go to bed.
They say the grass is greener on the other side,
But in the winter all the grass just goes away to hide.
Cold sets in.
Cold sets in.
The grayness of the atmosphere puts someone at ease,
My heart, however, longs for summers gentle morning breeze.
Cozy cocoa takes my mind off chocolate trees outside,
Powdered snowfall makes the footprints act as if my guide.
Cold sets in.
Cold sets in.
Snow and ice coalesce to picturesque abodes,
Summer sun can wait while I go dancing with the snow.
Cold sets in.
Cold sets in.