The snow falls,

Fluttering flakes from the sky.

Each one is different and unique,

Just like you and I.

The flakes dance

Upon my gentle finger,

Just for an instant, they remain,

But snowflakes never linger.

The design unique,

No two are the same.

We are all perfect, so then,

What truly is fame?

Next time it snows,

Look for an ugly flake,

They are all beautiful,

What differences are mistakes?

We are all just snowflakes,

As different as can be,

And deep down inside,

We all have our untold beauty.