• How soft, ye, how sweet the gentle fiercness
    of the snow appon the cool ground.
    See it trickle down, landing swiftly on the tips
    of eyelashes, melting into wintery wetness as
    you gaze to the abyss of time.
    Let the kiss of the bitter winds, their sorrowful song
    fill the ears wich they cool and bite for warmth.

    The sky so grey, so calm, feel it in your blood.
    For surly you are lesser, ney, of less stature then
    that sky wich hovers over you always, what right have man
    to controle it's happiness, even as it grows so sour its tears
    freeze and chill us to the bone. Our very core invaded
    by the eliments so harmless at sight, so calm as they do their
    deeds. Emotions clearly not only belonging to humans.

    Acknowledge it to your mind, the winters call for peace on earth.
    As carols ring,
    and children sing.
    Take the earth to heart, take the sorrowful sway to touch as your
    fingertips brush the flakes of sky's tears of joy as it shows us
    this wonder, splender if you will, men are not blind who see, the world
    so very much bigger then you and I, showing us in soft amazing
    beauty of white.
    Let the icey tears of winter wash you pure with silence.
    Breath. See. Speak. Know.
    see this emotion in the hollow of your mind. Live.