I was born high, high up in the air. I appear a flat, six sided plate. In cold humid air I grew in the shape of six-pointed stars. My life is very short, I grow from a little crystal, then into a full grown snowflake. I'm falling from above, the people are so small, but I;m getting closer. I start seeing the world with clearer vision. I'm falling even faster whirling about int he winds. I fall down into a bed of winter and blend in with the crisp whiteness, like a tear drop falling from it's birth onto the floor that soaks into the fiber of the rug. I lay in the snow and wait for the night to fade away.
I wrote this when I was 14. Hope you like it!
I love snowflakes.
