Snow

As I stepped outside
I was dreaming
watching it drifting
towards the earth,
I felt a feeling
of cold.
I watched the flakes
the flakes of gold
coloured white
white as a clean cloth.
Falling softly on the lush green
watching the birds
suffering.
They were freezing.
I was freezing too.
I felt like a bird
unable to fly
so peaceful
but so cold.
Shining in the dim light
of an orb glowing white,
doing nothing
but breathing.
I saw the crisp air
Wreaking havoc on nature
itself.
It happened,
I realised
I knew what it was.
It was that soft cloud
a cloud of cold,
so unforgiving
but so beautiful.
So cold
but so shiny.
So murderous
but so innocent.
It was snow.