The life of a snowflake
Is a cold and lonely one
Drifting down from the sky
Like a bird with a broken wing
Pretty to look at
Falling softly
With all its companions
It is alone
But not alone.
How does a snowflake
Know just how to fall?
How to muffle noises
From our everyday lives
And slow our hectic travels
And take our breath away?
Do you think that it aspires
To be such a wonder?
Or is it just made that way?
The death of a snowflake
Begins with spring
The sun brushing warm fingers
Urging the ground to awaken
Telling the plants to open
And breathe.
The death of a snowflake
Is an inconspicious one
Melting into the ground
And giving life to those
Long-asleep creatures
Whose dreams have been slow
Their thoughts of only
When it would be warm enough
To come back outside
The snowflakes
Will not return
Till winter begins
And the cycle will repeat once more.
~mimi
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