Day Five~Write a Descriptive Paragraph

I know my description is more than a paragraph. In fact, most of my "paragraph" challenges will probably be more than a paragraph. It is my challenge, that I made up, so I say it is not against the rules.

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The Birch tree's naked branches stretch up high over the roof tops. The limbs are thick and straight, splitting into branches, then sticks, then twigs, gently fanning out at the base then growing thinner as they near the top. This causes the tree to look in the shape of a rounded pyramid. The thick layer of grey clouds make the branches look starch against the gloomy background.

The cold breeze gently tugs at the branches, and they twitch with the soft caresses. The breeze is biting and smells of cold things. like ice and frost. The melancholy world offers nothing but dull agreement to the wind. A declaration that bitter times are here. Like the shivering tree, bare of its bright green dress, the bitter wind, the gloomy sky, and the dull air seem to say the sun has gone away. That the days where strands of sunshine littered the air, offering warmth to the breeze and life to the trees, are gone. Nothing but the barest memory, flickering deep inside and fading every day.

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Yes, I know, that is really depressing, but I was at a lost at what to write for this challenge (really weird, there are hundreds of things to describe just around the house.) My answer to this dilemma was to look outside my window and feel inspired by the sight. This was actually a joke to myself, since my window looks out at our tarp covered bikes and hour neighbor's wall. When I angled my eyes up though, I saw the top half of our neighbor's Birch Trees stretching over the roof of his house. I was inspired, and, especially since where I am living had a warm spell recently, the sight struck me as incredibly dreary. I thought that I could yes, describe how it physically looked, but try to also carry the tone of dreary-ness that, that sight made me feel.