A single snowflake,
Falls from it's fluffy white home,
And slowly spirals down,
As a small breeze whisks it away.
Carried by cool winter air,
It flies along with the current.
The small little snowflake,
Unnoticeable to the naked eye.
It drifts past trees,
Their leaves dead and gone,
And weaves around their branches,
Not yet ready to settle down.
Then the snowflake finally makes its landing,
Settling on the cool, frosty ground,
Allowing its silvery-white edges,
To be seen by anyone,
Before it disappears.
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