The Fate of Snowflakes

Snowflakes make their way
Down from clouded sky
Carried by the fateful winds
To find a place of rest
Perhaps atop the matted grass
Or come to know the branch and bough
Where they paint such pictures pretty

Others find their way to gentle currents
Return to form from which they spawned
Then seek again the path to sky
Transform, renewed, to lightest flakes
And try once more for beauty’s grace