Snowflake

Snowflake, such beauty and symmetry. Architecture of the finest form, created in the cold of dawn. 

Falling gracefully from the dark, vast skies.

You glimmer and shimmer before my eyes.

 I watch as you sway and dance, so full of pride.

 Aware of your beauty and splendour I gaze.

 Watching your fall in the cool, winter haze. 

Your landing so soft, you don't make a sound. 

As you join many others to form a cold, white, carpet on the ground. 

Your beauty and intricate design, survives for such a short space of time.

 For now you melt and mingle amongst the others, 

who took their flight and fall before yours.

Now you glisten gently on the crisp, white floor. 

But soon the sun will rise and you won't glisten anymore. 

It makes me question many things,

Why did God create the tiny wings, the flowers that seed, beauty in it's tiny form. 

To die so soon after it was born?

Fragile beauty captivates my mind,

For here in falling I too find,

I live I breathe, I am full of wonder.

But soon I too, will be gone,

for those left behind only to remember. 

Such fragile beauty, conflicts these thoughts inside.

Snowflake, snowflake you lived, you died.