Fallen snow
Envelopes the world
In it's ivory embrace;
Cold to the human race.
My garden,
My beautiful garden.
Roses, poppies, anything you name.
Teemed with life, now gone and dead.
Red, violet, yellow, blue,
Colors of which it is now devoid.
Completely unlike what I knew,
It has been destroyed.
Reduced to figures of white,
All the same in plain sight.
Hidden away underneath
Is a vast rainbow wreath.
Society's hold
Envelopes the world
In it's ivory embrace;
Standardizing the human race.
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