Soon these grounds will be covered in snow.
The world will begin to breath a bit more Heavy.
The crow will be crowned King once more.
It was his rightful place from the beginning.
People will hunch their shoulders over,
guarding against the cold,
holding the weight of their heavy minds.
Complaining, among other things,
about a neck ache.
People.
People will mourn for the loss of warmth and sound.
Crumble under the weight
of the light and silent snow.
Only the King breaks through.
Laughing and cackling at our funny behavior.