Poetry

Winter is Here

Snow falls

A blanket covers the earth

Most life becomes calm and still.


Yet, there’s still life that flourishes in the harshest of times

Through eons of adaptations.

It takes time to get used to something new

I once expected to wake up and be a new person

This thinking was wrong as progress is slow


Life is long

Take your time

Adapt and become beautiful in the harshest times.

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