A Vine In Winter

A vine in winter weeps for the loss of blossoms, for the loss of summer, for the loss of laughter like a music's strummer. A vine in winter weeps for the wind's soft blowing, and the song birds calling while children are playing in meadows entralling. A vine in winter weeps as loneliness engulfs a snow white and frozen landscape with dark shadows of nature forechosen. A vine in winter weeps, as a lonely figure wanders a country lane, a wayfarer in search of a balm for his pain.