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Whispering winds from years past,
flow through the trees of memories.
The wind that blows, now seems
faster than it did before.
It brings the daunting promise
of an uncertain season yet to come.
And it fills the air with a poignant vision
of a setting sun.

All is not lost.
It is only the frost.

All is not lost.
It is only the frost.
Though the hour is near.
Do not succumb to fear.
Let go of your regret.
There is more to you yet.

The cold of the winter bites through
a void of frigid reflection.
And captures all in its path
within a grasp of isolation.
The frost extends as day gives way
to a dark expanse of night.
And it fills this world
with an almost uncontrollable fright.

All is not lost.
It is only the frost.

All is not lost.
It is only the frost.
Though the hour is near.
Do not succumb to fear.
Let go of your regret.
There is more to you yet.

And strive to be alive.
Don‘t just survive but thrive.
Not only living but alive.
Raise the courage to revive your drive.

Gusting ice drills through decades
like a shadow of oblivion.
Creeping across the earth as it has
so many times before.
The shivering scream of nightfall
brings both doubt and dread.
And it echoes throughout the forest
with the sound of the dead.

There is so much more.
And for those you care for.
In this, you are not alone.
Fear not the wind that has blown.
It is not at all so dreadful and dire.
You must remember to stoke your fire.

Yet through it all, a puff of smoke
and a flicker of flame.
Both hearth and heart stoke the fire
of endurance.
With time and patience, the light
of the sun will again rise.
And bring with it the warmth
of new summer skies.

That fire which burns inside of you.
It is the greatest fire through and through.
Kindle it well and raise yourself anew.
Your strength is real, pure, and true.

All is not lost.
It is only the frost.
Though the hour is near.
Do not succumb to fear.
Let go of your regret.
There is more to you yet.