Im part of the Earth

therefore unseen to me is the dramatic effects of the season upon my soul,

When winter creeps in with cold

the soul thinks of sleep and warm globes

all things bright and cherry around become muted and drowned.

Think fast dear friend and continual companion find thy self caught by winters grasp

then sink into me and rejoice.

long have we spent in each others company yet life and love continually enter twine the years gone by.