A snowflake is a thing of wondrous beauty

Delicate and graceful, slowly drifts down

Do we ever truly contemplate its magnificence?

No. Its impossible to do.

For there are a billion more, just the same to a passing eye.

Each one a little different, unique in its own way

Perceived as the same, uniform and quickly forgotten.

So it goes with snowflakes and people

We are each a little different, unique in our own way

We are things of wondrous beauty

Complex and bright, swirling across the world

Do we ever truly contemplate our magnificence?

No, its something we don't bother to do

For there are a billion more, just the same to the passing eye.

Wouldn't the world be a better place, if we took the time to discover the snowflakes around us?