A Different Snow
The clouds of pollen that I’ve seen
Paint the Earth a yellow-green
Billowing, billows choke the nose
Move like locust as it flows
It drapes, it smothers, covering all
It’s in the kitchen and the hall
Voracious appetite, unquenchable lust
For all in it’s path, is covered in dust
Indomitable force, seizing at will
Consuming all life as if it’s stood still
But in the distance, what’s that I hear
The sound of thunder, the rain is near
The only foe with power to stop
Beginning the fight with the very first drop
And now the rivers of yellow are seen
Soon the landscape will once more be clean
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