Filled With Winter

Sitting in a park in May
New growth, new life
Sunshine and flowers

The exterior is deceiving
Smiling, appearing content
But waiting to feel it

Walking down a way
A tree with colorful birds
Hearing their lovely songs

Walking a path without end
It's a circle
A cycle, like the seasons

Spring, Summer, Fall
They all come, the exteriors change
But Winter never leaves the mind