The Sun’s power slowly fades against time.
As the darkened leaves dance along moonlight,
The wind’s frequent whispers match their soft chimes.
Desperate stragglers drift off in twilight.
From where do the gelid pixies come from?
The way they cluster to form white flurries.
Encasing the land, never to succumb.
The frigid weather causing many worries.
But, the evergreens are just as vibrant,
Its heart still beating with its given life.
As whispers whither all is silent.
The power dies leaving an endless strife.
This is the repeated cycle forever ours,
It keeps us locked in the frigid cold bars.
Rebecca Capone is currently a student at Beaumont High. She believes everyone has a choice in what they do and lives for making people smile. She also writes and loves to lose herself in books and in her own music. One day she hopes to be able to inspire others as she has been.