The Story Of A Snow Flake

Snowflakes, they have the life, do they?
Let me expand this thought, if I may,
They fly through the air with beautiful grace
Float around, at there very own little pace
No care in the world, no worries when floating the skies
Just going wherever the wind next flies
They’re unique, one of a kind
They can just float around and let stresses unwind
Not that they have any, they have nothing to do
I wanted when I was young to be a snowflake too
But now I have risen, I see another view
Let me demonstrate angle number two
From the moment of go, your continuously falling
Plummeting, down and down, falling, falling
No control of direction, just told what to do
Where they’ll be next… they have no clue!
No ups in life, no one can save their souls
Just plummeting downwards, in life…no goals
Just to stay alive, as long as they can
But they can’t halt the gravities’ plan
They know what is coming, but are helpless indeed
Millions of these little beauties, millions in-very-deed
And after seeing this side, do you really want to live that helpless way?
I would like to ask you to ponder this thought, if I may.