Happy country

The calendar is pushing March on me,
I hardly navigate through cold and snow,
But there's still no sign of spring, I see.
Hoping for warmth wherever I will go.

The road stretches out in silence, so still,
The country happiest on Earth does not look happy.
But I long for the warmth, I've had my fill.
The skinny spring may not start until April.

The chill seeps under clothes, so deep,
Dark. I can see just birches reach me out.
Nature's sounds are the only ones I keep.
I navigate through the white snow, full of doubt.

My auto drives through the snowstorm's wrath,
I want to leave behind this white hell’s blizzard,
I long for the warmth, I need a different path.
But I’m like guilty here and imprisoned.


At last, another turn appears in the sight,
Nice people here live, with happiness to share,
There's light and warmth, and nothing here to fright.
They’re happy. For excessive do not care.