Poem No.1

"Winter flourishes as a cold and icy performance begins, dancing in the sweet moonlight. How beautiful the trees glow white in the snowy desert, how calming the animals in deep slumber, how enchanting the white petals that drift down from the sky. Dancing over the trees, the pond, the mountains, the rivers, winter paints everything white. White, cold, beautiful; and unforgiving. The breathless plants under the snow, the frozen creatures that shall never awaken, the frozen water that yearns to flow, all cry out for it to end. How terrifyingly fast the world goes cold in the presence of winter. Winter flourishes in it's dance of death."

A.G