The world has died.

The world is silent.

Muffled by the blanket of snow

descended from the heavens.

The world is cold.

A chill breath of wind

echoes across the dark land.

The world is dark.

The ver joyous sun

has hidden behind clouds,

only to cast a bleak light on a pale world.

Leaving only endless nights.

But a ray of light breaks the clouds,

bathing the world in a heavenly glow.

The world is loud now.

Snow is marred by,

children playing,

couples laughing in the twilight,

families spending time together,

people living their lives.

The world is warm now.

The chill echoes of wind

are now the warm breath of summer.

The endless expanse of white snow

has become a land of vibrant life.

The world is alight.

With summer's warm glow of sunlight.

The world has come alive.