A Beautiful Downfall

Silver snowflakes in the sky Sparkle with grace as they pass me by, Bound by gravity they’re forced to lie Never having the ability to resist and fly, Drifting from heaven in such sorrowful grace Fated to land, to fall on its face, When its slow fall stops and its place is held It will soon break and surely meld, Losing its independence and uniqueness When it lands on earth it becomes something less, Most are destined to end in a blaze Some broken apart by a gentle graze, After this subtle fall of a fragile snowflake All it can have is what it can take Always wanting for more Always wanting for something… It never arrives at that shore It always has nothing…