Poezja

The silence was so startling
As I walked on a snowy winter day.
The owl in his tree hooted partly,
But that was all nature had to say.

The thick foggy snow poured down and blinded my sight,
It painted every single outside solid white;
The endless grass and trees,
All the rugged cracked fences,
The empty roads and streets,
And them lonely park benches,
The frozen-over lakes,
The roofs of all houses,
Every jet black painted gate
And my brand new coat and trousers.

I imagine parents and kids playing in the snow,
Throwing snowballs making themselves some wings.
Although simple, it's like an entertainment show.
Imagine this is the fun frozen precipitation brings.

The blanket of snow is bitter,
But it wraps me up with happiness and warmth
Without a snowy winter,
I'm like paper, easily torn.