The snow gives wind a body

As it drifts above the earth.

For a moment, soaring free

Before descending to its hearth.

How strange to notice the air

Become a corpse void of breath,

A ghost almost alive but unaware 

That it knows nothing short of death.

Observing these wild snowy torrents

My mind did this idea entertain; 

The snow upon winter wind is sent

Hurling across the rough terrain 

As swift as a breath is blown;

Thus their life is like our own.