As I walked through the meadow
Beneath the overcast sky, so mellow
Soft frozen tufts of glistening silver
Fell from the ceiling

As the heaven poured its sorrow
And sowed their chilled tears
It nourished the barren grassland
The icy blanket caught my eye

I walked through the meadow
Leaving imprints on the carpet
The trail was concealed
In the rainfall of ice shards

But for the remainder of its existence
It still showed signs of life