In the summer, I felt my heart ablaze, the world was full of life, the air was full of song, then came the wind of fall, the leaves changed, the air grew crisp and cold, I felt my fire die, and the world with me fell, the winter came on fast ready to ****, my fire receded till it was just an ember, struggling in the cold. I listened to the world, felt the stillness of it all, I thought of how the warmth had fled, how the life was gone and as I sat, I counted the stars above my snow choked world, and found there was just as many in the sky, and as I sat, I counted the sounds I could here in the stillness and heard all but one, for my own voice shattered in despair chose to not rise up and join the chorus that is the world floating in the air, and as sat in my own pool of grief, I thought of things, not as they seem, but as they are, and as I sat I felt my ember kindle and into a mighty blaze it did roar, till I found the cold and dark just as bright and warm as any day of that summer for which I had mourned