It fell- a fairy’s dream- upon my cheek
So elegant, so simple- it’s quiet beauty
It broke down my eloquence into sweet silence
With just a smile to let it know
Despite it being a part of a million
Soon to melt or be trodden upon
Each flake a beauty to behold
Each one with a story untold
I may not have been able to absorb so much
But just this little message I took
That I was meant to be the best I can-
As this little flake I gently brushed-