Seasons of Estranged Love
Winter always has been
A cold, dark, dreary time of year.
With people scurrying about
Covered up from ear to ear.
They hate the cold wind
That nips at their sensitive skin;
The wet freezing snow
That leaves numb fingers and toes.
During this time they stay indoors
Where it's warm and cozy.
They cuddle together by the fire
Until their cheeks turn nice and rosy.
Winter is associated with death,
Whether it be people or flowers;
Never has it meant life abundant,
Only showing off its deadly powers.
Spring, however, is a whole new story,
Of the rebirthing of the world.
Where animals come out of hiding,
And plants bloom in abundant hordes.
In this season people come out of doors,
Children laugh and play,
Clerks again open their stores,
Everyone glad that Winter's away.
During this time there is rain and sun,
Making plants grow and become strong.
The animals come out to have fun;
The birds again sing their merry song.
Spring is associated with life,
A renewing of plants and animals;
Giving to men and women
A chance to attend many balls.
Though different in many ways,
Winter and Spring are closely related;
They are each other's equal,
Hiding in one another what is hated.
Winter hides the insects that Spring produces.
And Spring uncovers the glory Winter enclosed.
Together they bring glory to the world.
Without each other the world in shadows.
When the two very different season
Hold each other's hands,
A new light on the world is lit;
A ray of prosperity shines on the lands.
Winter is death and Spring is life.
Never to be together for the end of time.
But when one reaches out
To caress the face of the other,
Beautiful things transpire,
And they are bound closer than brothers.
They start a new life,
They turn over a page.
They are forever together,
Unfathomable to even the wisest sage.