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.