Million men strong

Feeling snow upon your face,
as into the storm you run and chase.
One hundred million flying soldiers,
that land upon your arms and shoulders.
Falling pieces of soft rain,
from the clouds continue to Wane.
Like ballerinas dancing down,
landing softly on the ground.
Settling and sinking to the earth,
while the clouds above still give birth.
An endless torrent the clouds did make,
this endless torrent of the snowflake.