White Beauty

Treading on the whitened snow,
Where sprouts of oaktrees start to grow.
A mother penguin feeds her young,
As her offspring gather one by one.

The beauty of this barren land,
No one can ever comprehend.
If I should pass think this of me,
Soul's unleashed ; set free.

Memories haunting, flashbacks occuring,
Plethora of sepia images flowing.
This is the place I want to be,
All our lives trying to flee.

A glimpse at the panoramic view,
Teardrops, one or two.
Eyelids close into eternal sleep,
Alas, the view is mine to keep.

By : Andrew

(Inspiration just struck, so what the hell, why not write something. Enjoy, blog-readers, comments welcomed. =) )