8 February 2013
Powder of snow upon the ground Birds are here, not making a sound
There's hardly any clouds in the sky Making me question the beauty, "why?"
The sun rising before me A beautiful sight to see
Snow dusting the ground Not a single careless mound
Not enough to make men What do we do then?
Nothing. Sit back, watch the snow Watch it and know
It'll be melted before I get home ...
Dusting Of Snow • Opuss № I