Imagination

The frozen landscape molds around a haunting shadowed figure

It shapes with his emotion, not alive but a mere whisper

Echoing in the silence of the night, as snow gently falls

Reverberating off leafless trees gasping to a halt

The world becomes isolated beneath winter's frigid gaze

Colder than death, slower than time, all will decay

A barren field of icy trees surrounds his entire being

As an explosion of light bursts life into a world freezing

Everything begins to melt beneath the might of the sun

He stands as a beacon, reviving a world of none

Flowers ravish a forgotten landscape with newfound beauty

Animals breathe once more with an instinctual duty

As the years pass, he still stands within a sheltered glade

A forest of fulfillment envelops him, and the world he made

Forever a statue, watching his creation through the ages

And at his feet lies an open book with infinite pages