There is a beauty
To the bare winter
It's not just the way
The snow sticks to the trees
Or the way it gently falls to the ground
Everything is stripped to its core
And left to bear the elements
Of the winter winds
Only to find a renewed awakening
When spring comes
Our lives are like the seasons
Constantly changing and
Adapting to our surroundings
We are all in the midst of a winter
Exposed to the elements and
Stripped to our core
Waiting for the arrival of our new spring
