It starts very slowly
As slow as the snow that first falls on the top of a mountain

The snow keeps falling
slowly

Each flake of pureness falls and becomes still
sitting
waiting

One single speck of snow that falls on the sondering pile
becomes a burden

Everything breaks

Silence breaks and the sounds of crashing and crackling of sticks and twigs. The trees are taken away by the still pure beauty of mother nature. The silent snow and all of it's stillness becomes a ravishing and destructive force in the matter of seconds

Nothing stays still
Nothing stays beautiful