Snow Flakes

Each one spirals down

With ballarina twils

They land precariously on thousadn little arms

They trees balance with so much weight

Strength unseen

The rest fall




Straight to the ground

Where careless feet and mindless meet

As they are scooped up in a dangerously warm caress

Just to be packed and proded into a ball

then thrown, to hit and fall

reuniting with those on the ground

each one unique and complete

It's own little snow flake


They dance and dazzle and swirl

As the wind puffs

and they life their tiny arms up to catch you if you were to fall

they play in the chilled world, jumping onto unsuspecting victims

But slowly, as the sun rises

they cry out as they see the rays of warmth and love

the more they sob the more they disapear

they sloth now with ever step

trying to hold you up but not strong enough

and they bawl all the more

just to fall into rivers and wells

So they can stay and watch the run rise again. 


Author's Notes/Comments: 

XD I thought I would try a bit of a happier poem. Not sure how well it worked but there you go. 

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The life of a snowflake is

The life of a snowflake is happy but sadly short. You capture this nicely. Well written.

Long days and pleasant nights