"Bright" by Sidney, 17 | February 2019

Walking in deep snow
Each breath shows
Nerve ending coldness
World full of loneliness
Frozen full of color
None are like the other
Finding is not the hard part
But capturing it is a work of art
Throughout the wind and the snow
These pine cones still grow
Waiting for that perfect storm
To start growing once it gets warm
So many are there
But little will reach the air
Growing branches that reach up high
They won’t stop fighting and neither will I
Fighting through the harsh conditions
Working through no matter the mission
No storm, no rain, or cold
We will both keep fighting, forever bold