Take any poem or short story you find anywhere. Rewrite it in your own words.

We pray for snow to end. It doesn't. 
It simply changes to rain. Endless, unyielding rain.
We forget that winter makes us forget.
As we speed towards spring, it opens up old wounds
That we wish to hide under old bandages.
March provides the vitamins, April brings forth
A rebirth.
We cannot be who we once were, we can only be
What spring asks of us.
Our memories of winter, of sadness, of hate
Have no place in a dream of new beginnings.
Spring rains brings new life.