Earth’s frozen tears blanketed the sad trees and fell fast to the ice-bound dirt.
The trees loomed over the roofed abode, hiding it, as it is shy
Ice hangs and is pulled by gravity wanting it to lay still on the ground

The sky is expressionless and pale, despair hangs damp and heavy in the chilled air.
The light and warmth from the sun is pulled away by the devastation and sadness that swirls through the trees like a sharp whine.There is no life out except the sad trees. They are bare except for an outline of white that makes them look like ballerinas gracefully dancing in front of a white curtain. There are hints of laughter from the trees as they grow radiant from the poking sun. The Earth is cold but warming.