• The luscious season of winter,
    Bringing a cold yet warm grasp to people's hearts.
    Skies are dampened with gray and sprinkle out snow.
    People grow closer as it starts.

    Flowers grow weary and fall into sleep.
    Many things happen; none so dull.
    Little white crystals dance in pure light,
    The world comes in closer with no feeling of null.

    "Yet, what is this?", you ask yourself.
    "The sun's rings come across the whole land.
    The blanket of snow soon unweaving itself,
    Leaving the ground scattered with spots in my hand.
    Colorful flakes are upon the ground...yet this is not snow.
    In fact, they're in resemblance of flowers...flowers frail and deep.
    Has it arrived? I should know.
    Winter begone from tears I weep.
    Time for change, time for spring.
    Yet spring...is still lovely."