winter time...a poem

lying down in the snow i face whatever comes my way. snow drifts over this chilled body, i am dying but summer draws near...
facing this world
and all it's problems
can be overwhelming
but when i leave
this world behind
i don't take the baggage with me.
i
leave
the
snow
and
the
winter
behind
and
head
to
a
warmer
climate
(Heaven).
*nv*