The snow on all the tops of trees
has had me stuck inside.
I miss the sun and summer breeze,
a heat that sparked my pride.
Can we just turn the time back please
when you were by my side;
when running was a quick release
and no one ever died.
The year has slipped away from me,
it’s taken all my time.
But there you have it,
here you go;
a quick, sweet
by: Brianna Cruz