Poetry

Snowflakes

I see the snow,

Its coming down.

In a big white flurry,

I see it fly,

Its gentle and graceful,

Unlike me.

I wish I was a snowflake,

Floating down peacefully,

Waiting for a kid to play with me.

A snowflake so graceful and free,

Why wouldn't a person wish that to be?

A snowflake so soft and and cold,

Saving you from the heat and school.

A snowflake,

a white snowflake,

Is what I wish to be.

Gentle, graceful, peaceful, and free,

A snowflake,

Is what I wish to be.
This poem came from the snow that is coming down. It inspired me to write about snowflakes. So here is my snowflake wish.