Snowflakes

Snowflakes falling from the sky Heading towards the Earth Knowing not what they will become Upon their destination and then rebirth. Maybe they will become decorations Upon the bushes and on the trees Or maybe they will become dancers While being moved by the breeze. Perhaps they will become a snowball As being formed in a child's tiny hand Or maybe they will be a form of a snow angel Or perhaps they will become a snowman. Snowflakes as they are falling From the heavens unto the ground Quietly as they move and as they turn And not once do they utter a sound. Snowflakes as many as they will fall And as they say not any two are the same So they hurry to drift upon the ground And maybe hoping not to turn into rain. They too are mine and a child's happiness As though to a child it seems that they do call But I too am excited about their coming I love the snowflakes as they do fall. Randy L. McClave