Snowflake

It's a short poem based on our world full of contrasts.

I'm a snowflake,snowflake,

falling down

to the ground

without a sound.



As I fall

I stop to stare

at my surroundings everywhere.



At all the grumbling,

complaints

about the cold walk.



At the wonder

joy

and merry talk.



At the grumpy faces

and snow covered places.



Some are happy

some are not

and most are resigned to accept their lot.



I think to myself:

this is my world,

like it or not.



I'm still a snowflake,snowflake,

falling down

to the ground

without a sound.