Arts
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