Snowstorm

The beautiful crystalline snow- falls from the Heavens to the earth below. The wind swirls it with a playful gust it blankets the ground like diamond dust. When young and fresh it is so pristine, nothing can be so bright, so clean. But like some youth, with time, what once was pure is trampled underfoot and swept in the sewer the shimmering, delicate flakes are so easy to crush on the street, they turn- into ugly, grey slush.