Beyond the Words

Winter's Daylight Spring's Shadow

Winter he who looks like Spring,

Trees still naked-birds don't sing,

Sky is gray, daylight missing

Clouds unwanted from rain they bring.

Shadows still walk upon the land,

These chilly airs have the upper hand,

Feeling bitter, I cannot stand

Where is the sun? O' I demand!

If only Spring-a being I could attack

To bring in the warmth that this world lacks-

Worst place in the world, here I live at.

As Winter morphs into Spring,

The season that shakes Winter off its back.