A tiny snowflake
Alone
Drifting, twirling
On gentle breezes
Floating
Over quiet woods
Barren fields
Searching
Below a playground
Filled
With laughter, songs
Happy children
Under a barren tree
A child sits
Quiet, sad
Alone
The breeze freshens
Stirring branches
The child looks up
Eyes widen
Face brightens
In surprise, wonder
Tongue darts out
Excitedly
The snowflake
With a gentle sigh
Floats down
Lands
Eyes light up
With delight, warmth
Absorbing the magic
Of winters first snowflake
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