The season of the heart always changing mood. One day the smile shining like the sun was overshadowed by the dark cloud settling on the cup of the soul. The heavy burden in the environment, formed by drops of indiscreet tension, devastated that little boat we all have inside.

Hours passed,

Days go by.

The white clouds on gray sheep were turning.

The sky became cloudy and overcast,

The peaceful zephyr was conspicuous by its absence.

When the drops of water called to the ground in the morning, a drop of glass on his cheek would spill. The lonely afternoon dressed by the gray clouds in the sky, and the birds shaken by lightning and thunder.

A symphony of noise,

A song to break,

A song to shout,

Tornadoes dancing incessantly,

Drops of water falling without stopping.

While the tranquility comes,

The white of the snow is presented,

Flake by flake,

So beautiful,

So cold,

It can bring joy,

Fear too,

Flake by flake,

Night and day,

Only the wind would tell,

If the night as a lookout,

He looks me in the eye,

Grey eyes,

They just want to see a new day.