With moisture in the air
snow flakes will appear
on a cold winters night
when the tempter is right
blanketing our lands
created by Gods hands
there mission is unclear
as they travel through the air
complex is there design
there journey is divine
unique in each detail
from heavens floor they hail
so fragile to the touch
I wonder just as much
as the dance in moon light
how they make it through the night
so why are they here
why not the massage clear
together there a forces
there beautiful of course
But the tempter will rise
and right before our eye
without making a sound
they all melt in to the ground
is not life profound?
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