White, cold, silent and still.
The birds, their songs, no more.
People hiding in their homes,
Nature is waging a war.

Snow falls. Heavy and thick.
The animals, all asleep.
Houses bending under the weight,
Earth pulling us nearer.

Songs of joy, sung no more,
Mourning cries, through the trees.
Humans weep, animals sleep,
Will summer come once more?