Winter Sleep Poem by Isha Trivedi

You think I sleep,
Flowers I don't keep,
I never have a leaf to show.
The buds of next year,
I keep very near,
Until the little creek should flow.
For now they are locked,
But soon you'll be mocked,
By a hundred flowers on me.
And when it's time for spring,
All the flowers will bring,
Twenty bees on every tree.
While we have been trapped,
The animals have napped,
As all was covered in a blanket of snow.
But soon it'll be gone,
And spring will have won,
And all along the land we will grow.