The glistening gray of the morning

Golden rays of sunshine slowly rise

The white snow, defeated by deary rain

Dew drops in silence, off green blades of grass.

Like the roar of a lion, does the red heat come

Growth after the pink flowers finally fall

Tremendous and terrible, the tall tumbling brook

Like the cry of a lamb, does the life go.

Harvest your fruit, fake or not

The leaves of red, yellow and orange

They fall like the years, turning to brown

A gentle breeze down a road, not trod recently.

Eyes turn back to a gray sky

The chill, slowly seeping, sundering life

White the world goes, the cold feeling of defeat

Sleeping are hopeful heartbeats waiting…

The water, the sky, the ground stay in place

But white death and golden life always fight

A somber battle, balanced, beautiful.