A Snowflake’s Song
I am a snowflake,
Drifting soft and free—
No two alike,
But still, they see
A winter’s chill,
Not the warmth in me.
I fall from skies
That carry dreams,
Float through worlds
With unseen seams.
The wind may push,
The ground may press,
But I hold my shape,
No more, no less.
Don’t ask me why
I shine this way,
Or how my dance
Defies the day.
The sun can’t melt
What’s truly mine,
A soul that glows,
A heart that shines.
I am a snowflake,
Quiet, rare,
Made of whispers,
Made of air.
I speak in patterns
You can’t trace,
But find my story
In my grace.
This world moves fast,
And calls me slow,
But only stillness
Lets truth grow.
For in my fall,
There’s strength, not fear—
A gentle beauty
The bold revere.
So catch me lightly,
Let me be.
In every flake,
Infinity.
