Winter

The Summer is sleeping; the light turns to black and hibernation is a trend.

The country is quiet; the city is loud! The suburbs are comforting...

But I need the tree to allow me to breathe!

Yet I need machines to help me to see!

Thus, here I will stay as the world runs wild.

The Winter can hold me tonight.

I must shield my eyes from this brilliant white; a blanket that covers it all.

My collar is raised and I am prepared to walk, without fear of the cold.

But I need my head so that I can perceive!

But I need my heart so that I can believe!

A prayer a day keeps the beasties away.

The Winter can kiss ‘em goodnight.