Snowflakes are whispers as they fall upon our barren ground

Blessing every blade of grass with a thousand secrets

Each owned by angel from up above

That breaks as it begins its first flight

So as the silent, frosty echos gracefully dance

During the interminable darkness of the night

Each flake, and iris that has been frozen over by hate and shadow

Falls to the earth

But the sun that is made up of a million hopes and wishes from the angels above

Shall wipe away the forst with its great power

And be triumphant

Allowing the ground to breath again, and to sing in jubilee, ringing out across the world for the rest of nature to hear

Free from the sepalchral clutches of the dark and the cold

But as the sun cleases the earth, the whispers seep into the ground

And rather than destroy the earth from within, they will help build up nature to be stronger than ever before

Which ony proves

That light can come from the dark

With the power of perserverance