At the beginning of each season this year (according to the Gregorian-Calendar), I plan to release a poem about each season-I’ve written several poems about the seasons, particularly the four classic temperate seasons: Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. Each of these seasons represents different stages of existence, in this Material-Existence of ours, which we gradually evolve towards. My goal is to inspire reflection for whomever may read these poems, to strongly reflect upon their own lives, what season of life that they are currently embracing.
It is so very cold and bleak.
Our Souls are getting weak.
This is Life’s dreadful, final chapter.
We are at the gates of the Hereafter.
Our Souls have been taken, from our physical shell.
It’s time for Allah’s judgment upon us; all isn’t well.
On the Day of Standing, the Earth will be just like barren, snowy, fruitless, leafless forests.
Standing before our Lord, His wrath we can’t hide from, not in bunkers or even a fortress.
It will be the coldest Winter, ever; the only warmth will be His mercy.
It will only be given to those who served Him, this is a mere courtesy.
His punishment is more frigid, than an unyielding, blistering, merciless Antarctic wind.
His anger will shatter our Souls, just as Icebergs shatter mighty ships, without any end.
This is the torment He’s promised, for all of those who rejected His signs.
They ignored His warnings, until they aged & began to see wrinkle lines.
Now, they want to adhere to His call.
Now, He will not listen to them, at all.
They’ve been set upon a path, they all wished they seek.
There is no infinite reward, but only punishment bleak.
If you do not wish, for this to be your fate, do not be the one who is heedless.
Obey Allah, as one ought to; your reward with Him is everlasting & priceless.