Snowflakes Poem by Rhonda Baker

Little Bits of Heaven falling from the sky
Tiny, detailed sculptures, you can spy with your eye
Each an original masterpiece, like no other you would find
Just like the people of this world... all a different kind
But when they multiply, their details water down
Until you see the magnitude piled on the ground
If I told you about it, and you had not seen it for yourself
You would have thought me crazy, as Santa's little elves
That such a tiny particle, with no real weight at all
Could cease our nations movement, and bring it to a stall