Into Smithereens [c o m p l e t e]

• Winter •

The sky is gloomy and the ground full of snow,
And it makes you delayed as you walk slow.
The wind doing nothing but blow;
But this is just the winter's law.
The houses are silver and seem to glow.

The feeling of winter's cold breeze,
Fill your nostrils, and will make you freeze.
Grabbing a pillow that into it you squeeze.

Sitting by the window and starting to read,
And getting rid of any selfishness or greed.
Watching the rain and calculating its speed,
While your mind is calm and cleared.

The atmosphere is still and very quiet,
And the darkness masters the night.
Yet stars sparkle in a shiny light,
And the grounds are swallowed in white.
Every feeling just feels right!

Nature is just curious and calm,
And you can feel the cold in your palm.

There's light at the end of the road;
Just like the frog comes from a toad.

We can put our plans on hold;
Until the sun breaks and flowers unfold.