To hear the sound of how it falls
Storming down the broken walls
To see the streets filled up with it
As it crumbles and it splits.
Slowly stops in a silent quake,
And falls down a white flake;
From the huge heap way up high
As it pecks the open sky.
Trembling bodies in the cold,
Freezing until there snowy and bold;
Squashed underneath the heap of snow
Feeling the wind gently blow.
