Little Snowflake...

I hear you little snowflake,

As you brush against my windowpane,

Knowing that you'll soon disappear,

And never be seen again....

Your soft and cuddly crystals,

Will melt under the sun,

And not everyone will see you,

Because your job will then be done...

Your starry shapes will disappear,

As a snowman or snowball is made,

Then you will turn into water,

After all the snow games are played...

Not everyone will get to see you,

And since not every snowflake is the same,

Your time of glory is suddenly ended,

With your short lived seconds of fame...

Bobemakk@optonline.net (C)2011