Here only comes,when a wild wind blows.
Here only seen,through a window pane.
The snow,now from here,to outer seas.
Fall willingly to the planet's please.
And when autumn has departed.
For long he does not wait.
Why do I linger and sing.
Upon the planet's fate.
The ground is covered in a white coat.
Coat warmer than a summer heat.
Like moments clustered in a single year.
Today's great sadness,or tommorow s greatest fear.
And thus,I lay on the ground,covered in snow.
A single crow to ignite the glow.
A grasp colder than one could percieve.
Filling me with neverending grief.
