Snowflake Looking at a flake From the talking range As it slowly flutters Landing on your palm Looking at it As it slowly melts And drips within Reaching your little finger Clinging on to it As if it's unwilling to let you go But it does Joining its tribe And you realize That one moment The moment it touched your hand The moment before it faded away Before it became yet another droplet That moment it existed In its own beautiful form And as you looked at it At that moment At that second You had lived a lifetime.
