Emo Winter Farm Boy.

Sitting out in the snow, I find solace.
Seated in the quiet embrace of the wintry silence.
A cosmic ballet plays out above, stars gracefully dancing,
their brilliance bouncing off each snowflake's descent.
A parting gift from the heavens to the waiting earth.

The clouds, thin and delicate, make way to the glow, as the stars, millions of miles away, conspire to paint this moment with brushes of celestial paint.
Their distant radiance, a testament to distances traveled and time passed, fills the scene with a quiet majesty, casting the world in a soft, ethereal glow.

The beauty of the stars mirrors in the realms where their light does not quite reach.
The stillness of the river, a canvas of pitch,
melds seamlessly with the dance above.
It is perhaps, a counterintuitive contrast,
where the inky stillness of the water coexists harmoniously
with the celestial ballet above.

Here I sit, cradled by the snow, in the perfect balance of light.
A cosmic ballet plays out above,
mirrored in the depths below.