FROST

 Those withery darkness encloses the warmer trees,

Splinting within the magic lights of life,

Squeaking far away an untold story of pain,

Frozen trails leading to unknown woods.

Dawn catch me with hope of happiness,

Nature caressing her soft hands over my soul,

Weaving a beautiful story of million attempts,

but success slow to sneak to the place of waiting.

Paths remained untouched, waiting for the arrival,

Someone closest to the nature's heart and wind's friend, 

Set aside foot to the lonely place written in the name,

Finding it's masters words and its creator's face.

Nothing lay unfound within the face of earth,

Unfolds it's beautiful radiations to the true seeker,

Igniting and luminating the path transcended,

With bright colours of hopeful visionaries.