• Snowflakes are like people.
    Falling onto a new world.
    Coming from up above.
    Like a beautiful dove.
    Some of them melt away,
    in the brightest of day.
    But some of them stay.
    Hiding somewhere,
    Oh look! Over there!
    There's a little snowflake.
    It's been there awhile.
    But it's been moving,
    for thousands of miles.
    Now only one is left behind,
    that wasn't very kind.
    Small and white,
    full of fright...
    No one cares anymore...