A white blanket lay upon the forest
Fall back into the plush
As the snowflakes press against each other
molding to your shape
All you hear is the pattering of the snow flakes onto the hoot of your coat
The world has paused

You look up to see the dusted evergreens
fairies lay a clean pixie dust upon the land
grazing every part of life

But then they come
throwing it at each like weapons
Warlike
With the intention of inflicting pain
Ripping it up with machine
chopped by sleighs and skis

And then they leave
To come back tomorrow
Wishing there was more snow to play with
As it lays there crushed and ripped up with the land exposed
Nothing to fix it
Because there is nothing as pure as ****** snow