Snow Flurry

It's that time of year again...what better then, than to share a short piece of descriptive writing from one of our younger writers. This from Harvey, year 7:

Cloud streams across the amber sunset. Below, the trees of the forest are a dark blanket. The hills whisper in the distance. Then the first flakes of snow drift from the thickened sky as the snow dances to its silent, winter music. The frozen lake is a mirror. The snow-layered treetops stretch their branches down to shake hands with the hardened earth. The last leaf falls and is soon buried beneath the tumbling snow, like a small hand. Fingers, in iced crystal.

Thanks, Harvey!