Snowflake

A snowflake so perfect was found on the ground,
Its beauty was one that was simply profound,
And even when I picked it up with my hands,
The crystals remained in their translucent strands.

I thought it was strange, what an odd little flake,
All made out of ice and yet wholly opaque,
But when it endured and not melted but new,
Was when I discovered that I was one too.

7 thoughts on “Snowflake

  1. My cats eat snowflakes. I don’t know why.

    1. The answer to the question why a cat does anything is, I believe, simply because it can.

  2. Nice ending!

    1. Glad you liked it! It was the only one that made sense to me. 🙂

  3. really loved that ending 🙂

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