The Sun Closed It's Eye,
In It's Plush Seat In The Sky,
The Land Bright Below

                       *A Slight Breeze Gestured
              As The Thick Grey Clouds Rolled In
                      Although All Was Calm

The Wind Whispered Soft,
As The Trees Started To Sway,
The Storm Is Brewing

                          Flurries Fell Heavy,
              As The Wind Bellowed Harshly,
                       The Storm Has Begun

The Ice Cold Wind Screamed,
As It Stripped Every Tree's Leaf,
The Storm Was Angry

                           Every Last Leaf Lay,
        On The Ground's Fresh Powdered Snow,
                       The Storm Was Fading            

*The Sun's Opened Eye,
Watched From It's Seat In The Sky,
As The Blizzard Fled