Summer, he said good bye
She, drifted in with golden hair, scattered
Oh, the winter, white she is beautiful deep inside
Rugged, calm, peculiar, but she is pleasant
Cold, frozen she is warm
May be its the aspiration for a new sunshine
She shed memories, like the trees in winter
Hold , hope that, she wont leave the cave man ,
like the trees in winter , static and stranded
A cave man believing, winter will be summer and warm
Emotions high, give it, the colors of snow
Reason , she is winter , will be going soon
Do not want any memories embedded in snow and yellow leaves
The basket is full of rugged reality .....
