Вот на английском стишок. Я его не выдумал,
а переделал... читайте комментарии к предыдущему стиху,
кому интересна история.

The winter comes like giant shark,
Skin made of asteroid ice.
Warm days no more.The nights are dark.
The nature change in autumn twice -
First old and tired hunter leaves,
Holding the summer in the sleeve,
Last farewell in hand he holds,
His spear along black water floats
To the lagoons in lands of sun.
Then hunted beast, the winter, comes.

My summer of the sun and moon
How can it be you left so soon?
O where are your golden strings?
You so afar, and wind is keen...
How could i enter summer dream
And fall asleep under the sky?
Map's been washed down by water stream,
There is no star to be my guide...