Marilyn Alfini

He, the one so glorious,
From the heavens up so high
To cheer the hearts of many kind,
Sent the snowflake from the sky.

And from that tiny sculptured piece,
With the help of many more,
Covered this our sorrowful world
With a snowy, white, fleece floor.

And if that snowflake could kindly talk,
He might just say to us:

"Why do you take this lovely world,
With all its rolling land
And fight and kill your fellow brothers?
This I can not understand!"

And as old father time goes by,
The sun will soon arise;
Farewell, little snowflake beautiful;
For all must finally die.

But never, ever can one find
The startling beauty that it makes
These tiny pieces of frosted rain,
The glistening, gleaming snowflakes!