When it all come to an end,
When it all, makes beauty at the end.
Knowingly, leaving us with last snow fall.
Pine trees bending down their,
Strong little branches,
From what it seems to be
little of the snow.
Once again ground is pure white,
What a beautiful time of the year.
In awe! I took a moment to enjoy the view.
That's when I saw it,
Winter is holding Springs hand.
It was as if, Winter telling Spring,
"To take over your turn to shine."
