Frosty forest

The crisp winter air

brushing past my cheeks with its frosty, icy stare.

You would think that this would bother me

as literally everything around me is decaying and dying

brimming with death.

But, quite the opposite, through the darkness

I Am Reborn.

Mother nature's frigid grasp

has left me breathless before,

making me gasp.

The beauty and aura

of the lights in the darkness,

evermoreso illuminating.

Humankind's winter grip

on the other hand,

brings us to the brink of death and despair,

running, RUNNING

until our legs give out

until we can run no more

mindless, dreamless,

back to where we came from

with a torrent and a whirlwind twirl

of emotional screams and face clawing

hair pulling breath withholding face drowning

lifeless. Lifeless. life. Less.

Human nature and mother Nature

eternally connected. Eternally one and

The Same. Without one, there is no other.

constant. flickering, Waiting to be estinguished

But Burning Bright Evermore. Simmering ashes,

never Estinguished. Waiting patiently.

Never Forgotten. Stories wrapped, stories Warped

stories telling ofWinter.