Snowflakes - Poem by Lelene Michel
Snowflakes each with their own design
yet created by the same Master.
How unique is each flake with its destiny opened wide
providing the earth with moisture
cooling the temperature down.
A moment of reflection of all the heat and strife
yet, everything seems still when a snowflake falls from the sky.
The wind causes them to dance for our delight
some flow down then up and around before finally meeting the ground.
See for me nothing is as simple as it seems to be
because they too must die on the ground in order to be renewed back into the heavenly sky.
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