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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