A wonderland

They call it a winter wonderland 
but do they misunderstand the true use of the motherland 
the flakes fall with much passion and precision 
lining the long trails and waving through the trees
rising at the crack of dawn to fly through the breeze 
trudging through the powder of the backcountry to claim your first tracks 
it seems easy though 
gliding in the fluffy white slosh 
but its slosh now not powder
the snow is melting far to quickly these days 
will we be left with no prize on this mountain 
animals loosing their homes to the target of our society 
we're polluting our air and destroying our future 
the once wonderland is now a neverland?