Snowfall

The perfectly etched snowflakes glint in the morning sun
Suspended in air, controlled by the gentle winds that scatter them about silently around the forest floor.
They don’t have a care in the world, trusting that the currents will deliver them safely to the ground under Jack Frost's watchful eye
But little did you know that while they are flying through the air
They transform into the most delicate of ballet dancers.
Dancing their first and last dance.
The dance of new life, of joy and light; But also the dance of endings and passing.
They float through the air
As light as a feather
But as beautiful as a star.
Pirouetting across the sky, bringing light to the world.
And when the limelight is gone
And they find themselves no longer airborne
For they do not grieve that their flight is over
And their dance is done
They rejoice that it happened
And that they had the chance to dance after all
Then they slumber in peace
Knowing that they brought a little more beauty to the world.