Seasons Of Change

Dreamily, I look out my frosted window.
The crystalline snow gleams on a cold wintry day.
As chapels soft, echoing bells linger in the valley.
Luminous icicles hang from roof tops,
Dripping drops of water.
As the sun threatens to destroy beauty.
Which should be frozen in time.
Light trickles through the clouds.
And so begins, the journey to destruction.

Yet, under all this ice and snow,
The earth still breathes.
And days follow with brilliant sun.
Spring reappears and brings with it,
New life, new hope, new beginnings.
Buds open up to a new life.
And blooms gently turn their faces towards the sun.
Trees burst forth their new leaves of golden green.
And grass revives lush and thick.
This universe. Such wonders to behold.

Floria
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