Flakes of snow drift in the breeze <br />And falling so are caught with ease <br />By little hands that love to play <br />A game of catch and melt away. <br /> <br />But most fall light upon the ground <br />Where footsteps shallow wander round <br />As little feet do love to tread <br />On virgin snow in boots of red.<br /><br />Charles Wiles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flakes-of-snow/
