Found Poetry (Starting line taken from Snow Falling On Cedars By David Guterson)

Not even a flicker of the eyes towards the snow's demise. The trees outside to the dark, deep skies. A wind from the sea brought upon me snow flakes, mealting from the heat this will drudge upon a quick defeat. From the beat of my heart to the sweat upon my brow I fell upon my knees finding no air to breath, my heart went still since I felt a chill from the chatter carried from upon the hill. This moment so strong this snow belongs to show the coldness inside me. Before I fell ill I noticed no chill because of the friend beside me.