by Jonathan Clayton

Created on: January 25, 2009

Snowflakes; The untouched Beauty of Nature

They fall with a whisper, that you can barely hear.

Their soft caress, upon one's face, can literally bring a tear.

Their individual beauty, is made by God alone.

These are my thoughts and wanderings, as I trudge my way back home.

I've always loved a snowfall, and the wind that brings them here.

It let's me know what beauty is, and that God is oh so near.

Since the time I was a child, and now am middle aged.

Through the anger of my youth, against the system I did rage.

There is something about a snowflake, that I find clean and pure.

It gives me hope and pleasure, depressions only cure.

They turn my glance skyward, and I say a silent prayer.

Thank you so much Lord, for letting me know that you are there!

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