So this started out as just a poem, but grew into a piece of change. A clash between winter and spring, night and day, life and death. This also is a lesson in owning mistakes and trying new things. Never tried color pencils, made a lot of mistakes, and turned out beautiful. Don’t know why, but it did. In a weird way this is very representative of my journey. I started in a very dark place, moved into a beautiful state of chaos and made it look good at the end. This piece is a lot like life, started with a plan then it got a little crazy and out of control. A bit of a note on the mushrooms and flowers at the bottom...the flower is a Belladonna Atropa (Nightshade), and the mushroom is a highly toxic specimen. Both are toxic, but both with the right knowledge can be used as medicine. This poem is my first Haiku.