One morning I open my eyes
And roll over the bed where I was ;
I felt my brother half sleep in dreams :
And a clock ringing \'song of relief \'.
To there , i put my toes on the floor
And it was warm as a shell of yolk,
But my window was still closed
And all the dark houses and roads .
I ran towards the stairs
And reach on the top of roof ;
There i scare of the view
Beyond me of plants covered with dew.
I was holding nothing in my hands ,
To wrap my head or cover my back.
It was still a winter morning
And everything cover with dark fog .
I think to stay some more time there
To see the view of everything bare.
But slightly my toes feel frost
And my fingers start wrinkling in cold.
I couldn\'t stand there one minute more
Sievering with cold and Frost toes :
I came back in my room
And wrap a thick blanket around me.
This was just a winter morning
And this story go to every family;
Stay warm inside the room
But dark fog outside of the wall.