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 rooftops
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 day
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