In windswept pale as the snow
My day goes on long and slow
Piece by piece the snowflakes fall
They are lazy and don’t care at all
They melt quicker than they come tumbling down
Laing across a frozen path on the ground
Peace in this frozen ice
Let the rebirth of life happen as a vicious cycle
From winter to spring summer and fall
It all happens over again
And when these days come and go I’m silent like the snow
Falling free as my thoughts descend internally
This freezing world wrought with life
Its like my eyes brilliant and bright
With warmth of a harsh fires light I hold closer to the colored night
In this place far away and so alone I am the winter
White is my color I live to done
On this Monday im typing this story all alone
In a classroom when my head is not in the zone
This is my quiet day