Crystals created from clouds up high,
white blessings made from the sky.
As individual as you and me,
they find their place, upon the ground, to be.
Light, floating, flakes of fluff,
they fall to the earth in no rush.
They fall downwards, light as a feather,
captured sometimes by the unpredictable weather.
Alike to people, their pure white is easily tainted,
for to remain pure is the hardest to maintain.
But, when they are newly created they are purity in all being,
and you wish that their white beauty would forever remain.
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