The hot, humid sun,
the new freshness of the world.
Winter is done,
flowers, becoming unfurled.

The crushing, crisp, cold air.
Everything covered in a layer of snow.
The snowflakes caught in your hair.
The world shining in a white glow.

Feel
the raindrops roll down your face,
wrapping you in their liquid embrace.
See
the blinding lightning
the dark clouds, brightening.
Taste
the crisp water pouring from the sky
the rain, leaving nothing dry.
Hear
the roaring thunder,
filling you with wonder.
Know
that after this,
the thirsty earth will return to bliss.

Have you ever stopped to look at the trees?
How they lightly sway in the gentle breeze?
The icicles on their leaves when they freeze?
Standing strong, even in the high seas?
Then, you would wish that we weren't brought to our knees
with such amazing ease.
You would wish to be more like the trees.

Love comes with a price,
not everything is free.
You toss the dice,
but not without a fee.
One must give,
the other must take.
One may live,
the other may break.

Each second, you can’t get back.
Your life getting more slack.
Time seems to speed up.
It’s like your cup
appears halfway dry.
You’re so down, you don’t even want to try
to fulfill your life.
You live in strife.
Slowly, sluggishly slipping away,
as you count off each day.
The deadly disease
brings you to your knees.
You plead for a little more time,
please, just a little more….
But you’re already at death’s door.

Swimming against the stream.
The waters have a malicious gleam.
I let out a frustrated scream.
As I am pulled downstream.
But then I wake up and realize, it was just a dream.