Looking at the frost,
Under a tree I stand,
Snowy white fur covering its each leafless hand...

The grass seems lost,
As it streches from the bottom,
In icy frigid sheets which makes you go numb...

The sun is veiled,
Although it is set high,
Dark grey cottony clouds disseminate themselves in the sky...

Wild, chilly and brisk
The wind still blows,
Making me shiver and curling my toes...

Standing there I sight,
The sights of bloom,
A flourishing spring that's born from the change's womb...

Dancing branches,
Cheerleading the sky,
And inflorescence of florets blossoming nearby...

The sun sneaks a peek,
Through the white streaks,
Brushed on the azure sky above the mountain peaks...

Flowery and woody fragrances,
The breeze carries it all,
And the enchantress called nature covers itself with a green shawl...

But change is frightening,
Yet I can't help begrudging,
The blooms of spring that makes my heart sing...

However one day,
Desires may outweigh the terror,
Making me leave the shreiks behind inorder to hear the spring's whisper...

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