Sunshine as unreachable as the future,

Yet we all still reach for the sun.

A future predicting to bask in the warmth

Makes everyone seem to forget the distance.

 

A long summer has commenced,

Reaching its all time highs.

Intensity and passion frolicked amongst the air,

With no direction of where to lead.

A promise of forever,

Until the drop of the first snow.

 

Snow filled with purity within each flake,

Yet it forbids from exploration and discovery.

Flakes so filled with aspiration,

Soon to be melted as if they never had fallen.

 

Flakes of snow bury the little white houses,

Making each day short and secluded.

Lost as the memories of summer fades,

And the picture of what once was slowly drifts away.

Then we wait for winter’s last remains

To slowly melt away once again.

 

While always longing for the peaks of summer to return,

We refrain from being stuck in the pits of the winter.