Oh, I almost forgot, this is the poem so far,

Upon Winter's wake,

snow white drift afar,

to make a warm world quiet,

and quitely lay your hand,

upon the bundles of the earth.

Upon winter's wake,

sense of wonder,

brought out through god,tied intight with the concept of reality,

which falls under the cover,

winter has granted.

Witness the joy,

of children hundreds,

of thousands,

who play unknowingly in the prospect,

of humanities inachievement with nature,

while the watchers,

feed on the innocence created,

by the lack of knowledge,

they so willingly show.

Upon winter's wake,

waketh the joys of mankind,

but easily also,

a concept of evil,

for with Wonder,

and Joy,

comes a price.

Upon winters wake,

black ice spreads through the field,

towards the huts of all the innocent,

who haven't sinned,

nor messed with the concept,

but the ice still crawls,

every closer to the people,

as they bundle,

and await the unknown.

Upon winters wake,

Snow drift afar