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