Some say they can hear me

Through the cold wind

Some say they can feel me

From the bitter breeze

Some say they see me

As a bright light

Disappearing in eyes of the horizon

Some people fear me

Others do not cringe of my presence

Some people say

They are immune to my practice

Others weep of my deeds

I come in many forms

I can give pain or take it away

I can be long

I can be short

I take the ending of a beginning

Who or what am I?