(This is something I just came up with, I hope you guys like it)
I don’t know why
it makes me cry
when I watch a snowflake
fall from the sky
never a worry, never a care
because no matter what happens
it knows the other flakes will also be there
melt into the ground
or blown into an alley way
it finds it’s way back to the sky
as a vapor from the heat of the sun
no longer cold and never alone
away it will fly.
Always with it’s family...
Down it comes, up it goes,
again and again but not always as snow
It falls all the time, somewhere different
Rather the sky is dark or it shines
but it’s constant all the same
it will fall
sometimes as hard stubborn hail
sometimes as sad crying rain
sometimes as soft gentle snow
So different, but the same
Consistent to the end
to what end? I do not know
Snow
I don’t know why
it makes me cry
when I watch a snowflake
fall from the sky
