7The rains have stopped and combined into a fast falling snow.
The woods are much more sinister than they were before.
Now, I'm wondering why it all turned bad.
My world has changed into something strange.
A familiar yet distance place which I've known before.
The snow falls harder as I ponder even more.
Still asking the winds for answers to my questions,
but they always end up being carried away.
Completely confused by the emotions around me.
Will I ever understand the seasons of my world?