The stark beauty of winter sets in
Shown in the bare trees, the sharp blues of a winter sky only cold can reveal
The cold cruelty of its shows the reflection of a dried out and damaged soul
The magnificence of winter, and the root of its beauty
Is in knowing to to shall pass
With spring comes what was once dead
Alive again to thrive
Just like a cruel dark soul
With times loving nourishment it to shall pass
First it must endure the storm though
Between death and life
From that a new stringer beauty will manifest
One possessing all the brilliant color and variety of spring
Luck shall have the newly awakens soul live
So it can burn bright in an unending Indian summer
Capable of going out in and out
With the ocean tide
Finnsly at peace!