Watching snowflakes fall.
Like us, every one unique
Each with its own delicate pattern.
Like us, some floating serenely
Through their existence,
Others falling in a flurry
To an earlier end.
Like us, not long
Before they melt
Back into the earth
Never to be repeated.
Would that we could all
Be so beautiful
In our time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Snow flakes fall in different pattern and this poem reminds me of the snow fall, which I love to see.