As one little snowflake does float down so gently <br />Then rests on the pavement so frozen and bare, <br />It dwells all-alone through the depths of December <br />And toils through the hardship for no one does care. <br /> <br />Awaiting the springtime to melt in the sunlight <br />To turn into water and run to a stream, <br />For then it will flow to a river and ocean <br />And then shall feel wanted and part of a dream. <br /> <br />A sense of belonging to join in a union <br />And then form the waves that shall roll to the shore, <br />Whilst movingin motion will glisten like diamonds <br />And yet it must wait for the winter to thaw. <br /> <br />So there it must rest on the pavement unnoticed <br />Just watching the people each day passing by, <br />Just longing for friendship it's not much to ask for <br />Yet nobody stops where the snowflake does lie.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-one-little-snowflake/
