Some say they can hear me
Through the cold wind
Some say they can feel me
From the bitter breeze
Some say they see me
As a bright light
Disappearing in eyes of the horizon
Some people fear me
Others do not cringe of my presence
Some people say
They are immune to my practice
Others weep of my deeds
I come in many forms
I can give pain or take it away
I can be long
I can be short
I take the ending of a beginning
Who or what am I?