The tempest goes on and on.
I'm safe in the eye though.
Sitting on a log with the snow in my face.
Down in the valley I roam.

In the snowy hills surrounded by trees,
I spend my time sitting on a log.
The echoing whisper of the wind moves on out of control.
Then I see a tree still with all of its leaves.

I move on towards the tree.
The only tree still full of leaves.
As I get closer it looks almost sad and droopy.
Maybe it is trying to stay awake all winter.

Maybe it doesn't want to be dormant.
It might not know when to stop,
Just like in human life.
There are some things you just sit back and wait for.

I've been waiting for some time.
I've been waiting as the heavy winds blow around me.
My life has been all but predictable.
But maybe I've waited too long.

The tree alone in the forest has been waiting for too long.
Its leaves hanging on so strong.
Sometimes it's better to just let go,
And grow even stronger.

The snow rests silently.
Moving in the wind.
Slowly falling too the ground.
Never stopping in the cold air.

It becomes part of the land.
It nurtures the ground,
The trees.
The leaves.

All around it falls.
On the ground.
On the trees.
On my head.

It won't quit until it's time is up.