Snowflake

Born into thunder and moulded by storms

Unwillingly from the start.

Not knowing what your witnessing,

Yet never able to forget.

Cascading downward; slicing the air

As our elders fill the rabbit hole.

Decaying into ice as time disappears

They don’t recognise the young in the sky.

Glistening snowflakes spiral downwards,

Each one more fragile than their neighbour

and more beautiful- with pure, sheet white design.

The ground moves closer as they reach out to each other.

They land on the mountain, with distain they stare below.

In horror they scream, an avalanche begins; all is coated with snow.