Life of a snowflake, a Christmas poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
Frozen water drop, falling from the sky.
Slowly drifting down, from the clouds so high.
No two flakes that fall, are ever the quite same.
Gliding through the air, floating like a flame.
Down towards the Earth, oh where will it land.
On a Christmas tree? In a small boys hand?
No such luck this time, landed on a car.
Speeding down the road, did not travel far.
Windscreen wipers on, snow pushed to the side.
Falling to the floor, nowhere left to hide.
Disappearing now, vanished down the drain.
Floating to the sea, with the fallen rain.
Then another day, back into the sky.
Up into the clouds, how it loves to fly.
On a winters day, time to fall again.
Something fun this time, please not down the drain.
Scooped up as it lands, made into a ball.
See a smiling face, hear a young boy call.
Children gather round, see the man of snow.
Now its feels a part, never wants to go.