[First Post] 8
I looked out upon the cold, cold snow,
Taking up in my hand from down below,
A glorious handful of that frozen dew.
Within that hand I wondered of you.
What I saw in that hand was a single flake,
Complex in form I could only make.
Each single branch repeated six times,
As though to be completing it's predestined rhymes.
This flake of mine,
It's beauty devine,
Guaranteed by nature it's singularity,
Altogether I'm awed by it's glistening rarity.
Suddenly it strikes me,
A feeling that fails to let be.
That this totally awesome, wondrous snowflake of
Cannot begin to be as beautiful as you!