When someone talks to us,
we listen, we don't leave,
not even if we wanted to.

Why?
Because it's rude, 
and whatever someone might say,
might be important.

So what about when we rush inside,
when the wind is cold and it swishes by?
Why don't we stay for a while,
why don't we listen to it for once?

For nature might want to say something important,
and we just leave!
We hide from it!

There might be a point in the coldness,
but listen to me, 
listen the wind,
to the nature,
and concentrate on making your body warm, 
while you listen to it, at least for a WHILE.

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L'hiver est tres beaux
Je joue dans la nouvelle neige
La neige est tres froide!

Translation in English (please note that the translation may not pay attention to the haiku rules, like the five-seven-five syllablles rule):

The winter is very beautiful
I play in the new snow
The snow is very cold!

As the wind brushes by,
as the birds say goodbye,
as the leaves flutter away,
as I say good day,
I look around me,
oh, how wonderful nature can be.

As the trees ruffle and twist,
just as the flowers that I miss,
as my scarf turns around,
as I fall toward the ground.

As the chestnuts fall and fall,
as I call call and call,
as I see a squirrel climbing,
as I see myself writing,
I only know one thing.

It is autumn.
 

Gentle breeze, bones at ease,
Squirrels scampering in the trees
Cold lemonade, cards to trade
Watching your sunburn fade
Summer.

Leaves that darken and fall to the ground
Colds spreading all around
Cool walks on weekends, nothing more
Back to school, what a bore
Fall.

Gentle snowflakes fall in the night
The wild geese take their flight
Hoping school will be closed
Warm hot cocoa and days you dozed
Winter.

New awakenings, weak sunlight
Wishing on stars with all your might
Christmas carols stuck in your head
Warm cozy mornings tucked up in bed
Spring.

Seasons come and seasons go,
Through sunshine and through snow
People live, people die
We all laugh and we all cry
Running, running past the strife
Life.