Oh to be a snowflake, gently falling down. It falls ever so gently, down to the ground. Its little white edges twirl with the wind. Ever so quickly does it twist and bend. Falling from the sky to greet the world below. Its almost as if its trying to stop and say hello. And when we see a single flake it doesnt mean that much. But if we stretch our arms out wide we feel its gentle touch. But when the flake has reached its end and is a flake no more. We sadly mourn its short lived life and it we did adore.