I fear the winter every day
and long for it to go away.
But all your fears are elsewhere now,
you’ll no more see the snow-tipped boughs
of trees that lost their yellow skin,
while you lost all but will to win.
I doubt that I could be so strong.
I couldn’t fight it for so long.
Yet fight you do, no sword to wield,
as you prepare for greener fields.
Where the leaves of trees are always bright.
Where it’s not too cold to sleep at night.
Your fears will soon be swept away,
but I’ll still be scared of winter days.