The Snowflake
Never will one notice ever,
its mark in one sole place.
Serenity before us, taunts us,
falls with simple grace.
The Heavens, impartial, do bestow,
finds solitude and rest.
Our eyes raised ever upward, hopeless,
the same, no more, no less.
Stillness still unchanged, indifferent,
gives yet without a sound.
Yet any given single instance,
all find common ground.
The first does die, a second lies,
and hours hit the floor.
No uniqueness ever, never found,
time withers rich and poor.
But lo, behold, and look beyond,
a thousand nothings dance.
Infinite shimmers do unite,
and seasons change in a glance.
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