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