Seasons

Winter is here, the sun is dead.
No more shall he rise ‘til springtime.
The world is weary,
Even though it is blanketed with snow.
Yet, somehow, the world is at peace.
There is harmony and unity with nature.
But once the snow is cleared,
Destruction commences
Fouling the air and snow.
The sun ruins the snow
As it is reborn in the spring.