I am the snow
falling on the city
where I leave a blanket of white
all over never a duplicate.
I am as white as a
winter winderland
gold and silver ships
are glistening like
a building in Chicago
on the sunniest day of the year.
I feel as heavenly as
a feather fluffy and free.
I am as calm and quiet as
a frozen, still lake.
I hear what sounds like
A SONIC BOOM!
The ships take over
gliding floating and flying
like a hawk
targeting its prey.
Green globby globs
speak giberish
and are as slimy as
fresh mud
coming out of a river bottom.
Soon the ships will leave and settle
like gold in a river.
Everything settles away
like a person in bed
at the end of the day.