McKenna Sandoval
New member
A winters day:
By: McKenna Sandoval
I feel the coldness of Jack Frost’s breath on my cheek. I look to the Heavens, and one by one each hand carved flake falls upon the world; a blanket of powder looks so peaceful. That is just what our earth needs now. The laughter of the youth playing amongst themselves building houses of ice and men of snow; never have I seen across so many angles that are earth bound, and as those gentle creatures lay upon the ground looking towards the sky, I believe that there will once again be hope of another day like this; this moment now is what we live for, to see the youth creating, to see the world turning, to visualize the angels that are rising to heaven. Unfortunately this will end, and Mother Nature’s earth will once again be green, but the conflict between her and Jack Frost will continue next winter, and I have a feeling that it’s going to be a glorious sight.
By: McKenna Sandoval
I feel the coldness of Jack Frost’s breath on my cheek. I look to the Heavens, and one by one each hand carved flake falls upon the world; a blanket of powder looks so peaceful. That is just what our earth needs now. The laughter of the youth playing amongst themselves building houses of ice and men of snow; never have I seen across so many angles that are earth bound, and as those gentle creatures lay upon the ground looking towards the sky, I believe that there will once again be hope of another day like this; this moment now is what we live for, to see the youth creating, to see the world turning, to visualize the angels that are rising to heaven. Unfortunately this will end, and Mother Nature’s earth will once again be green, but the conflict between her and Jack Frost will continue next winter, and I have a feeling that it’s going to be a glorious sight.