FebPoWriMo 2

The children playing in the snow
Might have been making 

A snowman but instead 
Kept rolling the ball of snow 

Until it resembled nothing 
So much as the world 

Collecting everything in its path 
And coursing elliptical zig zags

Through the contours of spacetime 
Relative to its own immense gravity

Completely decimating the landscape 
Of its pristine glacial interconnectedness

And then the children put 
A smaller ball of snow on top of it