Beautiful little snowflakes, if you could talk to me,
You could tell a great big story of things that you did see,
As you floated round the earth, away up in the sky,
You have seen a lot of scenery as you were passing by.
The winds I'm sure have brought you many times this way,
Then turned around and blown you back again the next day.
But now you are a snowflake, shining nice and white,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem