I, Snow

August 18, 2015

I like to watch the snow fall

Upon the trees

so slowly

D n i g in the breeze.

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I should have been like snow--

Hips twirling to the beat

Hair knotted, swinging loose

Slow enough to enjoy the fall

But I was born a solid brick

Strong enough to lift a house

Square enough to fit right in

All was right, I knew my place

Yet, I yearned to touch the ground

It was Fervor shoving me from the wall

Bricks don't fly;

They fall

So I fell

Down,

Down

The ground stood up to meet me,

Against the snow, I shattered

I became thousands, millions of pieces

I know I'll never find them all,

I'll never be the same again

Never square enough to fill the wall

Never staunch enough to hold a home

But in some ways, in many ways,

I am better--

Who knew I was not just one,

but a million different things?

Now I remember

Why I take every breath

As though it were my last--

I am snow

I am breathtaking

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