Snowflakes

Snowflakes are, each one, unique

But, somehow, are all the same

Some of them fly fast and wild

Some of them fall slow and tame

All begin high in the sky

Then slowly start to form

Each one taking its own shape

Each one a part of the storm

One by one they journey down

Each one going its own way

Separate, together still

And turning the sky to grey

Tumbling earthward through the air

Upon countless paths they fall

Drift and drop haphazardly

They plummet and then they stall

A place for each, each in place

In vast number gathered ‘round

Each is now part of a whole

In reunion most profound