Mother Nature's Potion

It's as though I am invisible
Walking through the world
Surrounded by the trees as they scribble in the sky

Looking to the river
Walking through the grass
Having the odd shiver
As a cold wind does pass

The white snow softly brushed over rooftops
As though an artist has finished off his nature painting
The ashen leaves fainting from the trees

The stars begin to light the dim, dreary sky
As a breeze allows the thistles to wry
No sound but the roar of the river and the howl of the wind

I reach the road and see the headlamps fly by
My return to civilization
My worries were washed away
But will sadly return for the rest of the day