Winter Rhapsody

The leafless, arthritic branches of the sycamore and maple trees stretched their grotesque, naked forms now stripped by the blasts of winter; splaying drearily overhead casting cold, rickety shadows over recently fallen snow. A prevailing wind rushes through the trees and a choir of creaks begin their rasping rhapsody. A momentary lull begins and the wooded composition in a Larghissimo tempo ends on a melancholy note.