To The Winter

Remember it's the season of cold, 

But, you don't be so and thyself behold; 

The skies are blue without a cloud, 

So, let your heart be clear and mind be bold. 

The year was coarse and its memories are thorns, 

But, there's autumn still to follow brimming with green leaves. 

Hence, stack up the woods of doubt and burn your disbeliefs, 

It's time to freeze your fears and warm up all the hopes. 

The winds are harsh, but, are new and fresh.

They are here to relieve all the pain and stress. 

The cold is what you need to trust and have a night, full of warm rest. 

Let the tea be hot and melting sweet to fill your day with every zest. 

It's time to take a bow, to Mother Nature's love.

A little trust to show and the end will be slow. 

Our skin is surely thick, but the winter shows it can break, 

Let's enjoy this divine bliss and keep ourselves in check.