Winter is like all things we do not know it comes and it goes
Until the day it does not come back
Thus becoming all that we lack
We never appreciated while it was there like every breath of fresh air
We take for granted what we got
Not understanding its not a lot
Abusing the natural resources at hand we loose sight of all we had
Yet in the end when all seems to be lost we then decide to help the cause
Its funny I guess one day soon we will pay the cost