Girl Crying

As rivers meet taunting seas,
I hear wind whisper with ease.
Nature sweeps with a silvery broom
in this frigid snow-covered room,
Fragile leaves have shredded behind,
just as dreams never become mine.
A howling tempest stole my tune,
so I cry out to the nightly moon.
I swiftly swept away with the wind,
now a lost girl just playing pretend.