Ode to a Snowflake

Ode to a Snowflake

O! to be a flake of falling snow
and see the world from on high
as we - my fellow flakes and I -
a quilt of white begin to sew

The currents made by blowing breeze
direct our path as down we fall;
though each of us alone is small
we lade the branches of the trees

As earthward journeys drift complete
and brilliant sun illumes the day,
from every quarter voices say:
"A winter's snow just can't be beat."


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