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A Wondering Snowflake
A snowflake ponders its existence |
| A Wondering Snowflake A magnificent snowflake drifts slowly towards earth, Wondering the true meanings of its quintessential birth. Gazing at the landscape held captive through the breeze, Sailing quite quickly past snow draped evergreen trees. An old farmhouse covered thick in the glistening white snow. The small snowflake drifts toward the frosted windows that glow. A small child lies outside, her arms waving around, “Look what I made in the snow, An Angel, right here on the ground.” Her face and her eyelashes covered with flakes of fresh snow, She stares into space watching Nature's astonishing white show. The long journey now complete, the snowflake suddenly knows where its true destiny lies as it lands on the very tip of her nose. Written by S.S. Wieczorek |