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