Snowflakes

There's a magic in snowflakes, yet their majesty is only momentary - just like you, just like me... They fall so elegantly, like enchanting ballet dancers, shapeshifting in the air, floating in a bitter breeze, so soft, so tender, so fragile, so vulnerable. Gently d e s c e n d i n g side by side like unique pearls settling upon empty surfaces spreading softly on spotless emerald fields Rain is the enemy of beauty, the sun a jealous confidant. Drops of mercy may feed nature, but their influx results in a massacre. Their cunning conduct is hidden behind an illusion known as the rainbow. Snowflakes do not bleed red, they discolour into ashen slush, their remains hardening in death, frozen, until melting into nothingness. There is a tragedy in snowflakes, which recurs time after time, yet we keep faith in our seasons, just like my life, just like yours.