• This Winter's night is cold and dry, I can see my breath - but everybody can. That's nothing special.
    I look up and I see the stars shining so bright tonight, but not on any other that I have seen.
    I know I should be inside but I love Winter's nights for once in my life.
    When I am outside at this time, I feel at peace with the world, like nothing can touch me or hurt me for once.
    But it will all end when Spring come to lay, and it will melt my happiness away and that's when I will be sad.
    As Spring flowers bloom, I get sadder. With each one I see, for it reminds me of what I had lost.
    Spring makes me angry, full of hate. I curse all who love this time of year and its friend coming up in a few months.
    I wish they all would burn from the temperature it gives. I hope for drought so all their flowers will die-
    and with their deaths, my happiness will slowly return little by little with each flower's death.
    This will have to do until my love for Winter's night returns to me.