Dear Snowfall

Dear Snowfall,

Nothing falls quite like you

You come in like a thief, taking the ground and anything living with your decent

If I slumber with the stars 

Your patterns will cover me, consume me

And I would never wake

But what a peaceful way to fall below

You are the symphony of a thousand shimmering sights in the night

Quiet and frozen


Is this also how the oaks fall?

Do you take them quietly as you decend?

Silent in sleep?

Without a trouble in their soul


Every night that I slumber with stars

My leaves grow longer

My branches grow thicker

Then I become the oak


What a peaceful way to fall 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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