Your arrival again,
Welcoming the Another year
But carrying the flu of Season
Also to entail the risk of slipping
On the white ground of Snow
Albeit beautiful on the Surface
Make anxieties to the Pedestrians
And the nakedness of Species,
With no roof but lean on the Sky
Losing their vigor on the Ground
In the midst of Heavy cold
And the Shadowing Sun
Though temporarily
As the season will turn
And the Truth pervades!
