The burly winds, coursing through the trees
In the barren atmosphere, on the frosty grounds
Every inch a plethora of snow
The leaves have fallen and gone, the oaks
Are now bouquets of sticks
They reach to the cloudy depths of a January sky
The sweet earth is frozen and hard
The winds are now a river
Fresh and frostbitten
Drowning the world
All of this a freezing symphony