The grass darkens as winter nears,

leaves fall from a once-full tree,

as they fall they look like tears,

the leaves and grass do not be.

Winters snow surrounds the cold area,

creating a sad sound,

the ground shakes, moving around,

today, the place is unbound.

Birds fly like a herd

to escape this place known as the before home.

Winter has impacted the world, but it is not heard,

we must find a way for the ground to be sewn.

Many years later it is due for a visit,

soon enough, human eyes will see it.