High above the frozen earth
Their journey hence began.
Droplets of moisture one by one
Toward a dark and unseen land.
A chill overcomes them
Changing globules to crystal ice.
Winds blow them higher
Once, two times, even thrice.
As crystals they gather
New shapes begin to form.
With stems, branches and fronds
Frosty white is now the norm.
Large snowflakes of varied shape
Cover earth with a blanket soft.
Except in one joyous location...
Where smoke greets them from aloft.
Carolers near a campfire,
Sing songs of praise on high.
Voices reach to the heavens
Snowflakes cascade from the sky.
Heat of warm flames rising…
Meld with smoke and winter’s cold,
Catching flakes as they drop
Not wanting to release their hold.
…but Fire and Ice do not mix;
An exchange goes unopposed.
Flames alter each beautiful flake
Releasing them as steam arose.
You see Nature makes the most
Of elements at her beck and call.
The miracle of her recycling
Is a lesson to be learned by all.
These precious wisps will return
To the place where they began.
Gathering once more like tear drops,
To be released again and again.