The Winter is Leaving

The bear still sleeping, camouflage He is caring without an option,
the temptation, of finding out, if is time to be proud, then again,
mate, is up to try, the wind blow, hit his face, He can feel it,
is not time yet. Where is the snake, the elk, the fish,
and the mushroom, they are all hidding except him.

The beauty of the white, make the dark looks bright,
marks, and steps along the way, mistery dont care,
fair or not, is not up to a question, dry tree, tears,
where the leave used to be, secrets awaiting,
fall into the emotions, of rotating thoughts,
one by one, theres not way out, found,
the currents of water flowing one way,
only one fish, is enough for the day,
look up, theres a ray trying to say,
hopes in between, the Sun,
strike the land, eyes no lie,
fights, were displayed,
but still, is not time,
look, who waking,he
stand up, on his feet,
looking around,
no fear, The
Bear

Sena