Snow Soldiers

They march, stomping through the miles and miles of white blankets of snow A sudden winter breeze brushes against their cheeks, marking them with a color rosy The crystal flakes weigh down the protective headgear of the brave soldiers, as they march and march Hills of frost they climb, hiking the mountains, as well as facing a horizontal terrain of white What journey they must endure, striving to arrive to their secure abode Such trees of sorrow they encounter, for they have to abide with the ample tears of winter The snow soldiers alas reach sanctuary, where they embrace the warmth of comfort, treasuring the feeling of finally arriving home.