You Are
The dark side of a valley in the winter, yet to feel the suns gentle kiss.
On it a frozen flower stood strong like a steel fist,
Balled up and pervaded by sharp daggers of life, it's frosty hair
As the wind is garnished with an icy breath of cold air.
The seasons wait on your command to change,
Yet you're the silence in the corner.
You are the first crack of spring light,
And the autumn coroner.
You are the night intoxicated by summer.
At winter the bird's last flight.
You are the gliding breeze,
The never yielding seas,
You are the last petal to drop and mark the floor
You are the person today, looking at the person before.
Written by Matt Tebbit