Winter's Solstice

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