An Ode to the Dirty Brown Slush in the Road

Once upon a time,
You dance upon the air,
But by some chance,
You came to rest
on a single blade of grass.

The hammer of fate
Would weld your state
Into a mangled corpse
Of brown quagmire.

By some misfortune
You became acquainted with
the underside of a traveler's shoe.
Thus you were deposited,
abandoned on the black expanse, called:
The Road.

Cry not, ye second child
of each snowfall.
It was thy role to play,
to be outshone by thy sister,
first snow, white pristine!
Remember, the last shall be first in heaven!

And so we lay thee down to rest.
We hardly knew thee a'tall.