Post by 6Non6Real6 on Jan 22, 2005 16:36:32 GMT -8
~WiNTER~
The heat slowly dies down
As spine chilling air approaches.
Little kids look out their windows
And see the leaves they formerly loved
Fall and demise.
The once full and fragrant flower trees
Are now occupied by transparent lifeless imposters.
When the wind hits the naked tree branches just right,
It screeches 'Winter is Here'
Water is trapped in itself
Frozen to the surface,
Waiting to be broken
so it can elude.
When stepped on just right,
It shrieks 'Winter is Here'
Tempting creamcolored mounds
Spread raggedly down the horizon.
Vivid traces of foot prints
Perfectly scattered along the pure whiteness.
When stepped in just right,
It mutters 'Winter is Here'
Roads drenched in fog;
Blurry silhouettes everywhere.
Clouds building overhead
Darkening the scene.
When listened to just right,
It roars 'Winter is Here'
The blistering cold slowly dies down
As a warmer air comes amidst.
Trees regain their stereotypical beauty
And townsfolk come out of their cottages in awe
To watch winter move on.
Children dance around and take in the last bits of snow
Before they dissappear.
When watched just right,
It shows Winter is gone...
The heat slowly dies down
As spine chilling air approaches.
Little kids look out their windows
And see the leaves they formerly loved
Fall and demise.
The once full and fragrant flower trees
Are now occupied by transparent lifeless imposters.
When the wind hits the naked tree branches just right,
It screeches 'Winter is Here'
Water is trapped in itself
Frozen to the surface,
Waiting to be broken
so it can elude.
When stepped on just right,
It shrieks 'Winter is Here'
Tempting creamcolored mounds
Spread raggedly down the horizon.
Vivid traces of foot prints
Perfectly scattered along the pure whiteness.
When stepped in just right,
It mutters 'Winter is Here'
Roads drenched in fog;
Blurry silhouettes everywhere.
Clouds building overhead
Darkening the scene.
When listened to just right,
It roars 'Winter is Here'
The blistering cold slowly dies down
As a warmer air comes amidst.
Trees regain their stereotypical beauty
And townsfolk come out of their cottages in awe
To watch winter move on.
Children dance around and take in the last bits of snow
Before they dissappear.
When watched just right,
It shows Winter is gone...
