Foolish Flake Of Snow Poem by Octavian Cocos

Foolish flake of snow detached
From a cloud white as a dove
You believe you are unmatched
For you look down from above.

Arrogantly you behold
The poor people - how unfair,
'Cause your heart is icy cold
You are lofty, you don't care.

The light wind turns you around
And sometimes you gently swing;
Floating high above the ground
You are haughty like a king.

I don't know what you have planned
Foolish flake of whitish snow,
But you've fallen on my hand
And you melted here below.