SNOWFLAKES


 They fall from the sky with not a number to describe,



 Not one is the same as they go their own certain way.



 Rain on down, floating to a destination where they join 
 As one,


 Watch as they float, their life span may be of a moment 
 In time.


 Snowflakes appear from the clouds, cold as they find  
 Their Way down,


 From a snowflake there is not a sound, snowflakes are 
 Forever around.
           Keith Garrett