When snow becomes a dream we started to build it from tropical rains Directions would be radical for sure to just get one decent snowflake Temperature could never seem to be chilled enough to numerous cold silence for starters We couldn't even design any flake because each perfection has its own exquisite reference in time in space and in heart But we paved our ways to the cloud ready anytime in mercy of winter lord we beg for a whiteout splendor