Snowflakes

Falling, falling, forever falling. We know of nothing else. Our lives are formed by attraction. Something draws us closer It is a pull we feel. The grounded feel it also growing in them all their lives until they stop to be a part of some much larger heartbeat than their own. We do not mind this quiet life at times watching our brothers and sisters falling by our side. We were all born to fall. We come from the same Father falling jointly to those who have gone before. We will rest inside each others’ memory. Side by side alike in our falling but different in so many ways. No two of us alike. A lifetime given to us all however great, however small until we land. Some will land in the night some will go to the light the luckiest of all are those who fall to a child’s out-stretched tongue, what better way for snowflakes to be done.