• Thick white crystals cover the majority,
    Leaving everything in its path silky and wet.

    Twigs fall helplessly to the white pillows,
    engulfed derectly into it,
    like a small rock dropped into a waterfall.

    Nothing can stop it,
    Who would want to?

    When it comes,
    Peace arrives with every flake.

    When the sun comes up,
    it slowly melts away.
    Leaving everything wet and sad.

    'Til the next cold wintery day,
    When the forest is covered once again.

    Happy Holidays!