I walk softly upon newly falling snow 
an icy paradise of mystic shapes and grace 
aware of darkness swallowing me 
aware of shadows standing over me 

I can see their crystal form 
as they tumble into this world 
encased by a intimate fate 
with a lost of their geometric shape 

liquefied upon my unclean face 
made dirty by our mechanical waste 
aware of their tragic fate 
I seek a meaningful faith 

I stand in silence with the trees 
coldness engulfing me 
life’s cycle overwhelming me 
excitement overtaking me 

                 Finally serenity