A late December night
Snow glistens in the sun’s rays
It’s whiter than milk
Steep mountain slopes look like
A slide when you were young
Clouds float around, they are
Fluffy, just as your favorite blanket during the winter
The 50 shades of blue though out
The sky, shimmering until the set of night
Reaching farther than the eye can see
Few tree’s, so hard to survive the frostbitten land
They stand tall proud to be, for
All to see,
A survivor of this lonely land. It looks
Simple, the frozen a vast
Not empty of life
A little is known
Little is seen
Of this abandoned land
Just as life
As night sets it all goes
Quiet