My tears fall,
scattered along in the broken snow.
The petrified trees weep,
their branches creaking a sorrowful melody.
The birds cry in the growing darkness,
their cries and calls my funeral song.
I feel hollow,
my soul blown away in the freezing wind.
My "guardian" angel has claimed it as her own,
and hiding it away from my prying eyes.
The sun starts to set,
boldly flashing his brilliant colors,
like a mother to her child.
He skillfully paints the sky,
weaving elegant and beautiful colors into his masterpiece.
Greens as miraculous as Nature,
blues as clear as the sea,
and yellows burring like the sun.
As I watch this brilliant spectacle,
my eyes widen in wonder.
The world is washed in color,
traces of the grey and white forgotten.
My heart pounds with a steady beat,
songs of victorious Kings and beautiful Queens.
My guardian angel lifts me up on wings like eagles
and I fly, soaring through the Sun's masterpiece.
With a final push, the Sun disappears,
all traces of light gone,
the sky an empty palette.
My frozen tears dry on my rough cheeks,
shining like dewdrops on silk.
I lay down to rest,
my thoughts belonging to my guardian angel.
