The world is silent,
Covered in a blanket of frozen beauty.
The falling flakes of snow,
Suffocate the drone of everyday life,
The noises that are so loud.

I walk through the empty streets,
And the snow speaks to me,
In friendly, calm voices,
And I feel wanted.

We talk in the night,
The moon smiling down,
Making the world seem so peaceful
As I wander the silent streets,
And listen to the wind,
Calm and true,
Like the friends I never had.

Then the sun comes.
Destroying my beautiful, silent world
In a devastating sweep of its burning bright light.
The snow crystals scream as they melt,
Turning to filth, muddy slush,
And the drone of the mundane,
Starts once again.

And I’m the one left behind again,
To see the decay the snow once covered.
And as the corruption grows,
The snow, and I,
Silently creep away, to find the night,
And plead for the cold to come,
And once again,
Silence the drone of our corrupted life.