White Parachutes

Snow, to the ground
Black stream to ice, canvas white
Falling still, slowly, every mite whisp down
Moonlit dancing, on the snow.

Eyes aroused
Stuck gazing, an ivory sheet
Looking long, focusing hard
Noticed a little pearl-armored fleet

Never wrong, hearing drums beat
Going to battle, the forever green
How long, until the endeavors complete
The way the snow triumphs, smothering, clean

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It is a story of how snow takes over like an army.