Snow

It is snowing. It is always snowing. But this is different. The difference could be felt, but it could not be translated into words. To do so was as difficult as describing what a colour is to a blind person. If you look up at the night sky, you will see a bright star shining. It is bright, far brighter than anything else in sight. The moon is big, but it glows in a strange yellowish manner. Nothing like what you’ve ever seen before. But no one could see the unique sky. The skies might be bright, but the Earth is dark. Shadows of the trees hides the entire earth as the snow continued to fall. Occasionally, the branches of the trees would not be able to withstand the forever increasing weight of the snow and would bend, causing the snow to slide off. It will fall for a long time, then finally land on the cold, bleak forest floor. Sometimes, it would land on the bush, and it will shake as if it was shivering. The snow must be cold.

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Would such a scene be possible in the future?

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I'm writing this because in my school, we're learning about writing scene, and i thought it would be nice if i could write something related.