The cliffs now sleep, dressed in white,
A chilling crown in soft sunlight.
The sea is hushed, the winds now sting,
A whisper echoes: "Winter is coming."

Where is the sea that I saw yesterday,
Its endless blue now swept away?
This place, so green, was full of bloom,
Now wears the cold, a frozen gloom.

If nature bends, transforms with grace,
Why not the hearts in human race?
The same sun melts, the snow will fade,
But stubborn minds leave futures frayed.

Change, like seasons, should pave the way,
To make tomorrow a brighter day.