Winter is so, So beautiful, graceful. Snow is certainly a treasure. But don't you ever feel bad for the grasses, the trees, dying before our eyes? It's a cold and desolate place. This is the time where everyone goes away. You could easily get lost in the barren fields of frost. Your feelings turn to painful numbness, Fingers, fail to function. A Migraine burns from the back of the head. But sometimes I like it, Because it is so sad. It's like a friend, to share your sorrows with.
Have you ever heard the story of Persephone? She is the one who tends to nature, the forests, the flowers, the trees, Along with the earth and the sun. But then, Hades took her away, locked her in the underworld for half the year, forced to marry Hades. The other half of the year, spent in the underworld, is when the forests began to wither, die, and be covered with snow.
