Flow
Crystal light flickers
through the tear drop shapes
as the liquid piece falls
to an anxious Earth.
Raging red embers
devour the dead
form of what was once living
before it was burnt.
Blinding white flakes
with their memorable shapes,
drivin careless and floating,
short lived but free.
Soft brown soil
is the garden life's gain,
vegetation relies
on its health.
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