winter poem

Glittery,
The snow that falls from the sky,
twinkles and shines.
It twirls in the air,
Flittering about,
It lands nice and softly,
where it slowly begins to melt away,
It melts to water,
And where does it go?
It trickles away into the cracks in the ground,
It is absorbed by the dirt and then dried out by the sun,
The process begins again,
The snowflakes have the same semblance,
but if you look closely you will see,
just how different the flakes are,
There intricate designs,
seem something of a detailed emroiderer,
Seeming to perfect every detail,
but yet, never making any two quite the same.
The beauty of snowflakes,
is a mystery to all,
why do we adore something so cold?
It gives us comfort to be able to love this,
if we feared it,
Where would we be right now?