Winter Dream

while laying my head to rest one night i dreamed a dream was an awesome sight winter came in the middle of spring creeping like shadows and the shade they bring twelve stone statues stood so tall each one was just about to fall into the snow which covered the land testing the shadows by which they stand all the creatures some grate some small the old stone wall that the vines did crawl gathered the dust all around the pit where the ice started to shatter and split the hungry calls of the homeless men sounded out for pennies when the sun broke free for a second or two just before the cold wind blew still the flowers rise and the tree leaves take flight holding on to their loosing fight the wind raged and the blizzard stung with a sound penetrating every one the rivers freeze and the spring time ends the battle is lost no matter what it sends winter is here and it never will go all the rivers will cease to flow a years not past but winters been twice all of us must sacrifice plenty a man has wished for sun but its rise has never begun so i wake from my dream then dream again for all i seen just seems the same by time by time i take my pen and scratch my rhyme