Poem...

Winter is a melancholic being:

It sleeps through its sorrow as early as possible,

It storms the shed of miserable tears of nature,

It suffers the worst demise as the sun melts its entirety,

It needs help, and yet pushes everything to their shelters,

it feels solitude, but chooses to wallow in there.

Sometime, Winter just needs a warm hug.

I saw this poem in a Roblox game but i really liked it. :).

The game is 'ALL OVER ME'. amazing game btw.