White and Black

Gentle falling snow,
What have you done?
Gentle falling snow,
What have you become?

Is there order
to this chaos
that falls beneath my feet?
Is there lord there
in malice
who tends to slicking sleet?

Gentle falling snow,
What have you done?
Gentle falling snow,
it seems you have won.

I’m fighting hard,
my brothers,
to make sense of all this white;
I’m fighting hard,
my sisters,
against the black that burns bright.

Tender falling snow,
What have you done?
Quiet falling snow,
Take flight under summer sun.

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