Winter

I did not know Death was near again

It’s not the death itself, we fear the pain,

We fear the lonely empty space you leave

I don’t know if you want to be deceived

We all know that one day we must depart

From our little castle in the heart

But we if have the energy to live

To thoughts of death no hearing do we give

When the winter comes the sun is low

Little creatures hibernate .,go slow

Without a human mind are creature sad?

Without our weary thoughts we might be glad