Branches holding onto the snow
Water dripping to join the next layer of self
Collisions don't say who's on top will survive.
Same ole it began & will end the same.
Techniques & shapes will form a path in life.
Nothings to simple to be made out.
Not one drop of water forms ontop of it's conterpart.
We go foreward and back as soon
as the sun shines & dawn breaks
sending us back to court on ice.