Soaring through the sky like a snowflake.
Never looking back at the past already threaded.
Owing themselves to the life once known.
Wandering from state to state, seeking a purpose.
Having a grand old time each and every day,
Entering crevasses that no human could ever enter.
Add on to a life of the mighty wind.
Dropping into houses every night to feel warmth.
Stories of the beings known as Snow Heads...