Winter tends to push people away.
It's cold, hard to get around, and animals are out hibernating.
Winter kills.
The foods, cars, even living organisms.
But winter can't control that,
It just happens.
Winter comes out every year, searching for someone who cares.
As usual, nothing.
Winter was always pushed out by spring.
Winter was jealous of spring,
Spring was beautiful.
A nice even amount of coolness, with a refreshing smell of the rivers starting back up.
Everyone loved spring.
Winter's aroma eventually grew dark, gloomy.
Winter just needed a warm hug.
It never looked forward to the start of December.
The 3 months of neglect.
December, January, and February.
Winter stood and watched as everyone was cold and miserable.
The aroma that winter created spread to everyone else.
But something weird happened, summer came in.
Isn't spring supposed to be the one that comes in?
Summer reached its hand out to Winter.
Summer was warm, joyful.
In a soft calming voice,
Almost a whisper,
"You don't have to be alone."
What's this?
Winters never heard such.. Reassuring words.
Its eyes glew.
It's like staring at a god.
Winter took Summers hand,
Wrapping around each other,
Winter finally got its warm hug.
