One in a Million
The tiny being is gliding through the air,
swirling, dancing, stretching it's limbs,
" Look at me, watch what I can do.
I am all glittery and shiny.
Look at me float and twirl."
Slowly it is descending lower and lower.
"Where am I going?
What is this place?
It is all white, is it a magic place?"
Finally it comes to a stop on the branch
of a cedar tree.
It settles down and looks around,
filled with curiosity.
"This is a quiet place, peaceful and calm.
I see many more trees like this one.
I see a meadow, white and clean,
shiny and pristine.
I like it here!"
The little snowflake smiles.