The silence

Quiet.
The silence.
The gentle breeze swaying through the leaves.
The beams of light penetrating through the dense forest.
The ice freezing over the slow stream of water.
The slow falling snow flakes covering the trees and the ground in white.
The grey thick fog being carried away by the light breeze.
The fox quietly walking into its cold but dense den.
The old leaves slowly dropping onto the dark oak cabin by the river,
Almost as if everything had stopped in time.
The old frozen timber outside waiting to be used.
The icicles slowly climbing up the window.
Quiet.
The silence.