By: Rextraos
Winter comes once a year,
Bringing stillness, cold, death and sadness.
Look beyond, though and you'll be surprised.
Trees that look woefully dead,
Are actually beautifully slumbering.
Take a step back and watch the scenery,
Of a once happy village, now covered in misery.
Not enough food, water or kindling.
A stranger from afar with supplies a plenty,
Paints a painting of true artistic beauty