The Azure overhead,

Streaked with wispy smoke,

The snow twinkling ever so slight,

Beneath the golden cloak.

Eyes gleaming glitter,

Staring at the sun,

Light bouncing off silver strands,

Of cobwebs never spun.

Little swallows hovering,

And flying just away,

Engulfed by the mighty vaults,

Now specks of caraway.

Leaves weaving illusions,

Of light and shadows deep,

As glimmers from the very sun,

Dance their ways out and peep.

How majestic would this be,

If not for that silence cold,

Drowning the songs of nature,

As it deafens me with its hold.