Tiny Flakes Of Snow
Delicate, intricate, unique.
They glide through the sky
On silent wings of ice,
Dancing, twirling, happily.
Journeying down through
Skies unexplored, they
Play tag and hopscotch so
Childish, naive, carefree.
As they near the end of their
Wonderful adventure they
Continue their youthful ways.
Knowing that the end isn't
Really the end, just a
Transition of fun and games.
While separate invisible,
Together they're seen
As a descending blanket -
So cold.
But to the youth of our race
It's all just pure joy
As they frolic and play on
Tiny flakes of snow.
~ Stormix_
