Henrik Nilsson

Old vs. New

I miss my old window,

My new window is blind through a season.


Like a dam blocks a river from flowing.

My air conditioner blocks inspiration from summer.


I can only see blue sky above it,

But it might as well be a giant ocean.


Summer is a beautiful season,

All the colorful birds and flowers.


In my mind I long for another,

Inside I know I am a winter human.


Playing in the snow in early childhood,

To snowboarding in my teens,


Every time a look at the white powder,

Good memories are there to inspire me.


Winter slows down the pace of life,

It gives me time to realize.


Animals struggling through the snow,

cars getting stuck on the slick wintery roads.


It’s just what makes winter winter,

But nature has balance, and even I need insights of summer.


That is why I miss my old window,

But I wouldn’t mind glancing through something newer.


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