Autumn’s ended and night has fallen,
During the winter my mind’s snowballing.

In light of the moon and all its grace,
Full and bright despite the cold's embrace.

As I wander through mud and damp dying leaves,
I wonder if there's any hope amidst grief.

Sometimes I find it hard to see light,
When in fact I should focus on my inner fight.

Upon my walk I see more than a park,
There's beauty around that dissipates the dark.

Birds sing out during waking hours,
A robin so small can harness great power.

They show you the path to the roots of the earth,
To find inner peace, and grant rebirth.

Despite the cold and wet winds that blow,
We can still get by through Nature's show.

To breathe in the air and listen with poise,
Allows me to feel free and block out the noise.

Along my walk I leave footprints behind,
To peer ahead and continue to shine.