After a good and long reign,
where blue skies had prevail'd,
the sun suddenly gave way to rain
and withdrew behind a cloudy veil.
Though the forces of Spring
had gained the upper hand
and the bright birds emerged to sing,
Winter returned once more to the land,
reminding us that all good things
must come to an end.
And, yet, hope remains.
Winter's sharp, cold breath
is like that of a defeated enemy
just before his impending death;
For the sun will rise again
and this time it’ll never set.