Snowflakes

by ©Karen Danyel

3/7/98

The snowflakes are falling, gently to the ground.
Each floats, oh so softly, as it lays itself down.
There can be no sorrow, as in watching, I see,
The wonder of snowflakes, all floating so free.

I open my window, and reach out my hand,
To catch me a snowflake, but it melts, I'm surprised.
I've watched them so long, I've been hypnotized.
I just knew, if I caught one, .... but I was surprised.

As it melted, I watched, it looked like a tear,
As it lay in my hand, it's lost freedom so near.
The snowflakes, so fragile, are a symbol, to me.
You can't catch them, or hold them,
They were meant to be free.