A Winter Walk

The snow slowly falls and sinks along the river bank. The site of this place is beautiful, peaceful, but vacant. Solitariness chills the bone, crystallizing the vital organ, making of it a complete glacier. Not even the sun with its mighty power and radiant rays of shine, could brighten a soul. The sun can not bare the emptiness of the land and blasphemies against the Almighty for having to see the sorrow the land suffers. The winds howl and the clouds cry out rain. The rain becomes ice crystals that pour with great mourn for there doomed landing.  The snow makes all that's different look the same. There is no hope and angel-like ghosts are trapped on iced branches of the dead trees. The creeping snow on the surface is like death approaching the body, giving no sign of existence.