Shattered Ice

I decided to post poems more often than weekly until I have a lot more than two. This poem is more suited for winter, unlike my previous poem.

The water has not ceased to flow,
Only covered by a blanket of ice and snow.
Underneath, the chilled yet liquid water gushes.
Through turns and rapids it rushes.
On an island a large willow tree stands alone,
Through the long leaves the wind is blown.
The soft breeze lazily floats through the crisp air in the sky,
Until the draft picks up and begins to quickly fly.
A massive branch droops over the river,
That begins to dangerously shiver.
Crack! The branch is torn away from the tree!
From the willow the branch is free.
It falls into the river, this huge mass,
The cracked river seems like broken glass.
The ice begins to move, the top layer no longer stunned,
The shattered ice glitters under the small light of the cloud-hidden sun.