The Snowflake that Didn’t Know how to Fall
Why, oh snowflake, don’t you know how to fall?
Light as a feather you float through the heights ne’er moving toward the ground.
Against the stream of white you take to flight fluttering on your own.
Through the trees you ride the breeze swaying to and fro.
Your white grave is near and you should have no fear.
Why, oh snowflake, don’t you know how to fall?
And yet as you ascend on by past my eye
I think: perhaps I am a lot like you after all.
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