Walking

Waiting

Wondering

Who

Will not weaken

When winter

Whitens the world.

Taking

Tasking

Those that 

Travel

To touch the 

Tip of

Trust.

Someday

Someone

Soon

Should see the suffering

Soaking the 

Sea of such sorrow

Searching for 

Solemn satisfaction.

Because

Brightness

Beckons the 

Beacons of

Blazing beams,

Beauty 

Burns beneath the

Billowing broken-hearted.

Confusion

Comes with

Currents of

Courage that

Collapses the

Confliction and

Crestfallen woes.