I look outside,
and what do I see?
A vista of comfort,
and of beauty.

Sno' covered
rooftops and skies of,
Blue, Grey, Yellow and amber.
Broken by the barren trees,
and rooftops.

The flag stands tall,
waving in the wind.
It seems dwarfed by the trees,
all around, proudly.

Trees of all types,
Maple and birch, oak, pine,
the green and brown streching,
into the everchanging sky.

Bright rays break past,
through the drifting clouds.
aimlessly floating,
Their colours changing hues.

Softly the snow falls,
toward the ever-whiteing
ground, the branches twitch,
and the sun begins to set.

A red gradually,
and gently, comes into the scene.
The flag flutters stongly,
and is ripp'd from it's post.

The red gently,
replaces the amber and blue.
As the sun sets, for,
the day to begin anew