Winter Dream
The air is growing cold
and as I walk against the wind
I realize that man has not yet
conquered
the elements
Moving on, I see buildings,
tall trees, and a fellow traveller
on this solar boat
The sun beams down on
our blue home
Provides a little warmth
on this frigid afternoon
Then I arrive home
where a cup of hot tea
ends the effects
of winter
We must take sustenance
in what we have
and not succumb
to despair or excess vanity
For we did not make
this world
But we are allowed a
short stay here
Which we should make the most of
while we still can
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