Slowly falling from the sky

With the wind blowing harder and harder

The day ends with a great sigh

Fall ends with the start of winter

Slowly falling from the clouds

A breeze hits with a plow

Gently and quietly drifting down

While others melt on the ground

Slowly falling past the trees

Waiting for the final breeze

As the wind calms the slowe they go

With their fate awating

Slowly falling to the ground

Others stack upon the cold whiteness

With the day ending who knows whats waiting

Until the day they stop drifting