The air is dry
Truth is a far cry
Do you feel the prick on the skin?
Why are you not hunting for truth within?
Trees are shedding leaves
There is someone who believes
Is a leaf better dead than not alive?
Is there a better meaning to your lives?
Birds are migrating
You men are struggling
Isn't the world their playground?
Why is it your battleground?
The snow is sparkling white
Your lives are blank
How does the snow not stain?
Why do you not feel another's pain?
The winter season is here
The search for reason is here
Are you cold under the feeble sun?
Did my heart unfold a story unsung?