It all started by a cold wind from the north
Suddenly all the prosperity of nature lost its worth
The purity of the air becomes sharp in the lung as a knife
The white covers up the view and cold sucks up the colors' life
The lively color of branches turns stony and grey
A rigid skeleton of a flexible body once
Used to dance, on the wind's tone and its rhythm obey
The sun, shamely, hides and the blue sky becomes grey
None dares to face that conqueror or even dare to stay
Every one just chose to obey
Was it cause of fear or shame?
Or both share the blame
Why don't they fight back?
Cause of weakness or a strategy of attack
Time goes on and the cold conqueror didn't go back
Every one surrendered to this deceptive attack
I've been fooled by the elements of nature
I didn't assimilate the whole picture
Winter was not really attacking the nature
The green didn't turn white
And the snow was just a respite
A break, like humans take in the night
Prejudice was just an unfair judgment and it might
Be, just, the other face of despite
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