One day so many generations ago
Before the days of knowing what lies beyond
And the greatest treasures belonged to the Earth
On this consequential day past
There fell a snow

This snow beckoned the beginning of the end
Trudging through, ever westward, no end in sight
A nuance of white, drawn and pallid it fell
So much like those that fell with it
Survivors transcend

How hardly one could tell the young from the old
For their oppressed red skin blended with the snow
Donned with masks of ice and frayed blankets to share
Through untilled forests owned by White
Heard filled with gold

Mile after mile the pale white tempest pursued
Soul after soul consumed by the ground beneath
Tears froze where they fell, now Cherokee roses
Despondent gazes toward the west
Oklahoma