THE sky is low, the clouds are mean,

A travelling flake1 of snow

Across a barn or through a rut

Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day

How some one treated him;

Nature, like us, is sometimes caught

Without her diadem

云暗

天低又复云暗，

飞过雪花一片。

穿越车辙马圈，

去留择决艰难。

谁人这样待风，

令其整天抱怨。

自然犹如我等，

时常没戴皇冠。