Distantly a chilled wind slid past the rustic coloured leaves shadowed by the night. Lingering in the branches, dancing, talking, provoking. Snow drifted across the hills with each gust of wind. The tips of the luscious green grass poked out at random, fighting the great fight as it were. Soon to be forgotten by the harsh temperate of the Winter stricken forest. Leaves bent back and twisted frantically. Moonlight cast glorious shadows on the crystal snow. Nothing could be heard but the howling wind.
She sighed and Death smiled.