A Chilly Introspection

Whisper through the cold air 

That gives you chills in your spine, 

Looking out at the aroura-lit sky 

With awe to admire the beauty 

That the skies never say it's mine, 

Perhaps it's the beauty of this weather 

That makes us realize that we may 

Love something with all our hearts, 

Only to realize that sometimes 

It's never ours at the time, 

It's all in this frostiness that 

We dig through to survive, 

Burn all the wooden sticks we possess 

Keep warm and the comfort 

In which we can thrive, 

If things were to be easy, 

Wouldn't the thin ice sheets survive? 

For all the pressure that it withholds 

Above and below, 

Wouldn't it have been a beautiful view to capture? 

An environment that was left unexplored 

And yet bound to be found in time?

We claim the journey in this harsh winter 

To be an experience that can never be forgotten, 

But how is it that we still struggle 

To give the same term to our lives, 

When we fight through hardships and survive? 

We discover caves in the thick snow 

Only to learn about the history it left behind, 

But about the legacy we create? 

Wouldn't it be worth it to make things right 

For our future selves to thank us and 

Learn how we had survived...?