In the darkness there outside it snows,
It falls silently throughout the plane.
Quiet all except for the train horn,
the land becomes white all the same.
The trees will become heavy with snow
stacked on their branches.
branches so burdened and low.
Snow high on roofs and fences.
To watch I stopped and paused,
the air is thick with snow, each flake is thick.
It seems so silent without a cause
so quiet I hear my wristwatch tick.
Oh I sense the wind will follow.
I can just hear the the Whoooosh
The wind will be through the hollows
to release the trees from their burden of clods.
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