What a beautiful decoration snow is
falling silently flake upon flake
each crystal reaching for the next in the air
but only making the connection upon landing.
A billion little souls, each with their own identity,
falling silently flake upon flake
living for a moment or two in obscurity
before becoming lost in the first inch, foot or yard.
Am I falling still, a soul with my own unique crystalline structure?
Or am I crushed in the masses of a snowbank?
Do I feel free and light and drifting?
Or am I crushed, massed, compressed and lack any individuality?
Am I the snowflake falling or fallen?
