Snowflake Poem by Brian Green

I wondered as I listened,
To cold wind's blow.
Are Angel's now covering,
The earth with snow.

Those gentle flake's
Only angel's could make.
Woven from sad tears
And broken heartbreak's.

But harken not,
To such weary sighs
For like troubles lost,
The snowflake flys.

Descending and ascending,
In its magical way.
Like a blossom she's twirling,
In breeze as she plays.

All children's heart's glow,
To see such a sight.
Their eye's are wide open
To snowflake'sinflight.

Where they will land,
Nobody knows.
A gentle hand,
Or upon mistletoe.

And what of the angel's
In flight up above.
Who opened their heart's
By spreading their love.

They're resting on cloud's
For now they are free.
And snowflake's are dancing,
For you and for me.