14-03-2009, 08:15 PM
The Desert of Snow. The First Ray of Life.
Finally, immaculate, soft snow lay on the frozen ground. On the white little crest, the weak sunrays tried to pierce the crystal wall, but unsuccessfully, plotting a shiny web on the winter�s mantle instead.
It has already passed many days since everything seemed to be an endless field of ice, but the warm and the raw green of the most beautiful season didn�t seem to arise on the horrizon. The sky cleared up, but not enough so that the sun could warm up the ground. The bare trees didn�t seem to want a change of anything.
Everything was drowned into a silence, persistent silence. The weak wizz of the north wind and the long, knotty fingers of the trees in the way of the wind were plotting, making a dreary song, but sweetened by the frozen beauty of the protective � or selfish � crystals of the ground.
But no one and nothing wanted anything to stay the way it was. It was in the natural way winter�s music to be followed by the birds� song. It was in the natural way spring to spread its wings over the world. A shiny halo has destroyed the wind�s spies, allowing nature to warm up.
Out of the snow, so dense now, there appeared the white little head a snowdrop; a small green spot could be seen over the curtain of snow.
It was the first ray of light, the first gleam of life heralding the new season.
Finally, immaculate, soft snow lay on the frozen ground. On the white little crest, the weak sunrays tried to pierce the crystal wall, but unsuccessfully, plotting a shiny web on the winter�s mantle instead.
It has already passed many days since everything seemed to be an endless field of ice, but the warm and the raw green of the most beautiful season didn�t seem to arise on the horrizon. The sky cleared up, but not enough so that the sun could warm up the ground. The bare trees didn�t seem to want a change of anything.
Everything was drowned into a silence, persistent silence. The weak wizz of the north wind and the long, knotty fingers of the trees in the way of the wind were plotting, making a dreary song, but sweetened by the frozen beauty of the protective � or selfish � crystals of the ground.
But no one and nothing wanted anything to stay the way it was. It was in the natural way winter�s music to be followed by the birds� song. It was in the natural way spring to spread its wings over the world. A shiny halo has destroyed the wind�s spies, allowing nature to warm up.
Out of the snow, so dense now, there appeared the white little head a snowdrop; a small green spot could be seen over the curtain of snow.
It was the first ray of light, the first gleam of life heralding the new season.