December's bleak roar.

December's bleak roar.

December is bleak, as the cold wind is howling. As I lay here, drowning in my tears, waiting for summer to appear, I looked and could see the fields laid bare and waste. The weary winter is coming fast, and I lay here cozy beneath the blast. Till the cruel pass comes on back. I see heaps of leaves and stumble. I can see the rubble in the winter's dribble. But I can't find the right path, and my trouble is in vain. I hope it will rain and take away my grief and pain. Still, I feel blessed. I guess in the end, it was all a big test. So till they put me to rest. Summer has arrived it was all a big test.