A Freak of Nature
A freak of nature lies on a bed of soft snow
The air is still
The world is quiet
The sky is clear
The stars look down upon this freak of nature
A million eyes gaze kindly on this twisted form
There is no judgment in this night
It is beautiful
In the morning
There will be no trace left
No one will know this freak of nature was here at all
But for now it rests sweetly and all is right
