All Snow Does Not Fall The Same Poem by Michael Stevens

The night is dark, the air is chilled.
In the shadows, snow begins to fall.
Some flakes large, some are small,
All are ice, but some more beauty distilled.

Then comes the morning and on the wind blows,
more snow on the horizon, more smiles to come.
Many children awake then, many more still sleep,
once they look outside the air meets their joyous bellows.

And the morning is filled with young and old,
each enjoying the weather in their own ways.
Each one a child at heart, each one bursting with joy.
Each differently made according to his mold.

And like man and woman and child be-liked
in form or intentions true,
no single flake of snow is alike.
All snow does not fall the same.