The Snowflake

It starts off,
In the sky,
Gently forming,
For its nighttime fly.

The angels help it,
And guide it along,
Treat it with love,
As they sing their song.

They tell it of others,
That it will meet,
As soon as its body,
Touches the street.

It’s scared to continue,
But scared to give up,
So it fights a head,
And takes the drop.

It falls from the sky,
With style and grace,
And suddenly lands,
On a young boy’s face.

It melts away suddenly,
To quick for goodbyes,
Its icy soul,
Between the boy’s eyes.

The young boy looks up,
At the sky with a smile,
That the snowflake knows,
Will last for a while.

Back up in the sky,
The snowflake returns,
And asks why suddenly,
It’s journey adjourned.

The angles smile,
And point down below,
At the little boy he touched,
Sitting in the snow.

He sat all alone,
On this cold winter night,
No one around,
To wish him goodnight.

His smile still shining,
Bright in the night,
That boy, they said,
Would have died tonight.

We sent you down,
To help him see,
That some things are better,
Than we think they can be.

Thank you again,
They say with a grin,
Ending your life,
When it was about to begin.

Our thanks to you,
We want so show.
So jump again,
And head down below.

Float from this cloud,
To your friends below,
Best wishes my dear,
And tell them what you know.

About how a little action,
Can do a great deal of good,
And how we should be thankful,
And do everything we should.

The snowflake nods,
And jumps once more,
This time knowing,
Exactly what it’s jumping for.

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