Something I learned on one of my drives...
2-25-06
If hell can be related to the heat of summer,
Can heaven be related to the chill of winter?
I tell you it can not.
As I sit here frozen in the cold
I see the brown, grey death,
And yet we must get through.
We must survive this moment
Where time is frozen--
For if we fight through it,
If we remain here,
If we keep the faith,
Then spring will come!
Life will appear.
Color will appear,
But only for a time.
For hell comes again,
Accompanied by the great fall,
Followed by the death of winter.
And the cycles of life…
The cycles of life follow the seasons.
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