The crows nests stood i saw them there proud and loud standing bare ,it was some sight to see no leaves just full of twigs from many trees ,yet daunting was that sight behold of many twigs formed in mold.those trees did state a ghostly feel that scrapped and scratched your mind betold

Did you see the moon today
it looked so light it looked so grey
did you see the moon last night
it looked so bright it looked so white

Sky so red amongst the haze
frost just hangs to shivers gaze
feelin cool and somewhat chilly
moon still here and not so bowing

sun do rise yet still to see
dawning of a brand new day
moon still shining light as white
sky behold a supa sight

Feel the clouds so above
wanting me to lower myself
so low ...so low
hurt yet no pain so why dont you go away
leave me to fight another day

Presure within no mortal sin as it encloses me deep inside
I fear no-one yet fear the emptyness that my heart colides
fear of loosing ..fear of failure deep inside my heart is weighted
the presure mounts the fight goes on hearing sounds that i dont wish

Music cries a thousand ways so why cant I breakout today ..I feel it shouting wake me up but how can I return my own self destruct
music still a shouting loud ..so why oh why do I feel no calm no peace no freedom home
tortured eyes yet show no give.. the fires gone a coldness lives

Cold is the wind ,cold is in the blow
blasting through me like nobody knows
feel it on my face tearing at my eyes
the cold is biting back and I just want to hide

snow fall on the ground ,higher than the grass
all is white all is quiet not a sound behad
footprint show the walkers dogs and followers shiver by
snowfall on the rooftops and chimneys puff their white

cold is the wind I feel it through and through
but i is all tucked up in here with fire ,logs and stew
venture out ,I'd sooner not when wine a plenty and foody lots
so stay inside ..rest your feet.. enjoy the warm and drink a cheers

The look the view was one of awe ..seeing trees shimmer in silvers thaw ,crystal lights for all to see ..sun glisten from these object dripping lifes gold thats free,
meadows .. fields becoming one as snow so white takes over once again to show its beauty to the world ...baron yet so full of life the fields of dreams to keep us alive.
We know that soon the spring will come and life so fresh will begun but not so yet as we so wish its winters blast thats in the mist ,snowflakes falling all around that special flake so fresh so astound
They fall so light gods magic touch ..fields of flakes of white and cold.gentle yet so pretty and soft to touch these fields of white that we all love.

Can feel it creepin ..taking over... the tiredness driftin me to bed
wanting sleepin so sleepy over...luring dreams for me to have
the sleepin yearns me.. holds me tight..makes me warming bed so right