I see a pear falling down from the tree.. Winter is coming and it's plain to see.. I spend the cold nights in my lonely room.. Is it the winter to which I am doomed?. . Cold is the snow that will cover the ground.. I feel the presence of tears falling down.. Is it for pity or pain that I cry?. Color is gone and the grass it must die.. . Winter brings sadness that empties my soul.. Life is too short for a dog growing old.. He used to follow and play at my heels.. Love from his heart I no longer can feel.. .