The angry gray clouds roll in over the dark blue sky

Sparkly snowflakes hitting the ground like diamonds in the rough.

The flow of the bluish-green northern lights light up the dark blue sky.

Wind begins to pick up 

So fast,

That everybody under the storm 

can hear the Woosh of the wind against their chimneys

I look outside my window 

To see the snowman I made torn to pieces 

Under the moon's gentle glow,

Snowflakes dance, soft and slow.

A winter wonderland, pure and bright,

Blanketing the world in sparkling white.

Silent whispers in the frosty air,

As nature slumbers without a care.

Footprints vanish, as if in flight,

Leaving behind a canvas, oh so bright.