The snow gently sways, A sheet of white covers over spirited bright lights. Bells gong in the powerful wind. Slowlt the snow dissipates, the outside slowly gains back vitality. Vibrant flowers wave, "hello" to the sun. Gingerly the sun peaks between the grey. Tress shiver and shudder. Leaves are painted in blood. Flourishing outside turns fragile and ill once more, and so we await change.