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.