Journal Of The Fallen

Winter

The roses have wilted,
The sky's dull and gray,
Nothing breaks the silence,
but you want it that way.

The life has vanished,
Replaced by crystal ice,
Most people hate it,
But you find it quite nice.

The wind blows through the trees,
Making the snow dance along,
As the frozen branches twinkle,
Winter plays its song.

The cold pierces the ground,
With the new fallen snow,
Turning everything white,
The world seems to glow.

Everything looks magical,
You admire from where you stand,
As you slowly start to smile,
At the winter wonderland.