Single Snowflake

Out of the milky grey sky

on a frosty January day

snow falls softly and

sweetly.

Billions of snowflakes

waft and rock

falling all the while.

I stand at the window,

looking up,

picking a single snowflake

to follow to the ground.

I focus on the snowflake

like a scientist

with a microscope.

Noticing how much different

this snowflake is

from all the others.

How it twists and dances,

and always falls down,

still putting on its show for me.

A snowflake revels in its beauty

and embraces

its individuality,

like everyone who watches it

should.

All the way down

goes the snowflake

until it submits to its fate,

And joins

billions of others

on the ground,

for us to step on,

until it melts.