I look from my window as day becomes night,
As the wind becomes colder with each passing day
Tell me why are we so blind to see?
The magic in the air, its an October Dream.
                     

The shadows grow longer with each new day.
I find the snow comforting, For it is so cold as I feel inside.
Each flake dances to the ground, With grace and harmony
They find a place to lie, A place where they belong in life.