Wind blows callously, stirring the dead, dry leaves.

The cold chills to bones, making the world a desolate place.

Mother Nature has forsaken her children.

She walks, arms around her,

She walks, leaves crunching beneath feet,

She cries, cruel cold mercilessly blowing,

She cries, dying into winter.

Mother Nature has died with her children.

She will come again with the Spring.

Eden will come again.