Let big fat flakes descend across the land
'Til they form dunes more powerful than sand
That only seem to grow, and grow, and grow.
Wish for a snowfall, darling, just to show
How nature can be subject to command;
Subdue the flames humanity has fanned
And let them merely flicker, banked down low.
For if you do not wish, it will not fall
Or if it does fall, it will come as rain
To wash away what little soil remains;
Oh, let it come in answer to your call
To cut against the existential grain
And clothe with white our indemnible stains.
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