The cold flakes hit my face

Reminding me of my lasting days

For just like the snow, I too am just a simple spec

Falling down a winding path

What will happen to that spec?

Will a dog jump up and grab a snack?

Or perhaps it will simply fall down a beaten path

Full of misery and nothing worth to retrospect

And yet the flakes continues down in a graceful dance

even as it descends,

Closer and closer to that all-consuming ground

Because even though all snow will fall

It’s a miracle that it was airborne at all.