A Walk Through the Hollow
I walk through woody hollows
As thoughts splinter from my mind
And winds howl fierce from up the ridge
Born somewhere from the sky
"Snow is coming" they speak to me
As loudly as they can
And sure enough the flurries come
landing soft on every branch
It soon grows thick with each step
As I continue down my path
And the forest soon succumbs
To winter's bitter grasp
There are no birds to sing to me
No critters to be found
The only noise comes from icy streams
That bubble across the ground
'I like it here' I think to myself
Despite the snow and freeze
I think I'll stay a little longer
While I have nowhere else to be
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