Crystals shimmer, so light,
Floating toward the ground,
Ice collecting, as snow floats gently down.
Icy winds continue to blow.
The winds blow briskly 'round trees,
Caressing their empty boughs,
The new-formed ice clinging to their bark.
The gusts grow louder.
Mother nature whips up,
A white windy flurry,
The wind howls, and ice stings the trees,
Standing helpless to the icey winds.
The snow-laden wind whispers,
Telling stories of snow blown,
Of white country-sides, frozen rivers,
And the smallest snowflake floating.
Pure imagery, muahahahahahahahahahaha *cough*