The snowflake

​“The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.”
― E.E. Cummings

Falling and falling
Unique and graceful

Pale and icy
The snowflake glows

Whirling and dancing
It fills the air

Soaking up the warmth
Cutting through anything bare

It descends to the low
Mingles with the dirt

Pristine it dies
Melts into the earth

It will rise again when spring comes
In the greens, the blossoms, the buds of life

Sacrifices are given
For others to strive

The planet spins
And another day ensues

Round and round we go
Until the spiral concludes

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