In Winter...

Crystallized water,
many in form, many in number.
It falls through empty air,
falling to the ground, melting or resting.
The purest white, bringing smiles
and joy throughout the world.
Covering the land,
creating a fantasy landscape.

Covered land,
dyed a purest white.
Spinning wheels, woven tracks.
Red in face, fuming frustration.
Passing time, we all knew.
The inevitable sounds of skids,
followed by loud crash.
Then only followed by silence,
mourning for the silence and death.

Cold harshness,
hidden death trap;
neither do we care nor worry...
unless we are the ones facing danger.