A cloud with icy fingers, ice and frost and snow.
A blanket of vast terrain, a sheet of white,
Coldness grips the hearts of man, as they freeze mid-pose.
A dying sun making its slow way up into the sky.
Beads of sweat appear on every frozen object,
Until all that is left is a giant mushy puddle.
Birds and animals come out to play.
Sun climbs higher, sprinkles lighter,
Clouds no longer grey.
As sun takes over the world.
Earthly hot, boiling, dripping,
All sheltered, there to stay.
Trees depositing their loads.
The whole world will start returning,
Back to where it froze.
