Twisted branches
of twisted trees
overlooking the grounds
of the white winter wood.

Cars of many colors
crossing the far road.
Blue, clear sky
cornered by clouds that
create a kind of grey.

Those twisted branches
look rough and black
against the blue, clear sky.

Buildings, I see, across the
far road. Houses and homes
stretch endlessly along
the long, serene mile.

OUTRO

The world is an entity of love.
For it is both mother and father.
We are simply the young children
who have yet to give our parents
the appreciation of our hearts.