**intro.**

Slowly drifting
Into crevice and crack
Into the garden green
Into the garden back
Into every crack
Icy fingers crack
The frozen lips
Frozen down to tips
of toes...

Slowly crawling
Into crevice and crack
Your old trodden footsteps
Turning back
Into lightly-packed snow
The sky turns grey
The crystal grains glow
The glittering snow lays.

It slowly crawls
Into crevice and crack
The city lies silent,
The sky turns black.

Well... nearly black-
Just a little black-grey
But the city's in shadow
From morning, to late-day.

- Simon Huggins, 1984 (aged 12)