The Snowflake Poem
A form of infinite beauty
A creation unlike any other,
Every crystal a masterpiece
Of design never to be repeated,
Crafted in the greatest architecture
But so transiently and fleetingly seen.
One flake of individual beauty
Made to melt and be lost forever,
Every frosted fern just gone
With no trace left behind,
One of nature’s greatest productions
Destined to live and die almost unseen.