As far as my eye can see,
There is naught but empty light
The heav'ns reach on for miles,
Endless in stark gray-white.

No geese to speckle the plain,
Suspended above our heads
Only a cold blanket of fog
And the frozen earth, a bed.

Saturated in its melancholy pain,
The sky strains to uphold its saline sea,
Until its strength is spent through
And sky's frozen tears burst free.