I am used to having fun
with the trees and the birds and the sun
the things I hear breathing
along with the sound of my footprints in the sand.
It’s dark and it’s cold
and everyone has the flu and feels old
the world is unexpectedly changing
and I am still looking for my winter wonderland.
The things that I think and the actions I take
are inherent and not up for stake,
it only takes a little patience to reap
the abundance from the seeds that I sow.
Through the darkness, I see light
with migration, comes flight.
I change with the seasons
and I will always continue to grow.