The Fall of a snowflake

Falling and dancing to its own sweet tune is how a snowflake descends.

Swirling, twirling, leaping and twisting,
It floats slowly down in the kisses of the breeze,

Sparkling and blinding it dances to a soft tune,
Falling falling not caring where it lands,

Going where no one knows on a hill or in a valley,
Together with thousands, alone by itself,

Closer, closer to its destination it gets,
Slowing its dance to that tune only it can hear,

Landing it blends in with the others,
And slowly disapears, only to go begin,

The sweet tune of a snowflake falling again.