Winter

Tonight my passions lie buried beneath the snow
Like the grass under its blanket, too tired to grow
The same grass that was beautiful, not long ago
Once again it will rest in the cold white winter’s glow

The coldness of the winter has its own beauty though
All the living things will rest in the white winter’s snow
As sure as my passions rest in reason, I just know
That the seasons of my life will surely come and go

For in the fall, my summer’s passions have started to mold
But like the earth, I am purified by the winter’s cold
So that knew life, can grow within me, in my spring so bold
And seasons run their cycle in my life, as I grow old

I guess it is true, winter has its sting
But each winter is followed by a spring
Each spring offers, new life and’ new hope’, to everything..
Winter is to the spring as the night is to the morning

In the winter of my life when I take my last breath
The time when the earth reclaims my life, and limbs in death
I will leave my passions buried deep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep