The Eskimo
The winter is his only world
With a lot of frost in his soul
The pine trees around bathed in snow
Embrace world of the Eskimo
He had been cold forever
From the falling glitter
The junipers paved with ice
The spruces slippery and nice
He waited for the January sun
Whilst he listened to the harsh winter sound
Soon the rain of snow will stop
He looked at every snowdrop
He will be less cold tomorrow
The Eskimo in his igloo