I'm falling,
Falling,
Falling,
Till I'm caught by the wind.
...
From The Sky's Point Of View
I'm falling,
Falling,
Falling,
Till I'm caught by the wind.
Drifting softly, floating on air
So many others like me, but none exactly alike.
I am special. I am different.
The sun comes out, and I shine like diamonds.
Sparkles reflect in every direction.
All my frozen crystals bounce off the white snow.
The wind picks up and swirls me around
Till I land softly,
On the rosy nose of a chile,
Giggling with delight.
They run around trying to catch me with their tounges.
For I am a Snowflake