The ice of Winter grips the barren branches of the old oak trees
Its weight pulls down the furs of the evergreens
Winter has its hold over this land
It blankets the ground in a perfect white
All sounds can be heard
Yet none make themselves known
A hush has crawled over the land
It is as if Winter has scarred away all the creatures
For none have made their marks upon that perfect blanket
The witness of the ground seems to reflect within the sky
The sun will not be seen today
Its warming rays will not save the trees today
 StormFaery · Sun Feb 24, 2008 @ 11:14pm · 1 Comments |
