Dancing through the sky free of worry you descend,
silent in your approach.
Individual and distinct
you are cast down to earth,
carved in intricate detail by the heavens
and thrown into the spotlight by the cold, dark season.
Carried by the frigid zephyr you travel
unnoticed in the masses,
your uniqueness lost and overlooked.
Your fate bound by circumstances leaving you powerless,
your longevity placed in the hands of chance.
The majority unfortunate,
vanishing as they land,
some buried under the cover of their peers
unable to view the stunning landscape they’ve created.
your cold composition warms the heart.