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 lifespan 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