I see the clouds soar across the sky, 
the grass would soon lay down and die. 
The birds fly across the sea, 
north to where every soul yearns to be. 
Leaves on trees dissolve and diminish,
 all life is now utterly finished.
men and women soon begin to cry, 
as there is no food left for them to thrive. 
The brisk air freezes every surface, energy and heaters left to overrun, 
Trees decay, we have lost all purpose.
The harsh winter weather has left us tethered, 
I long for the warm summer treasure. 
The isolation and degradation of all life has vanished all pleasure.
Would the ice ever thaw? 
Would we forever stay home and abide by the winter law