I wonder about the snowflakes,
about how they're all just tiny specks.
Falling with no predetermined direction
yet, eventually, they land firmly on the ground.

They are all the same tiny specks
but not to those who look closely.
Apparently each speck only acts like a dot
trying to hide from its reality.

If we magnify our vision
we see each flake differently.
Each with its own unique and intricate pattern.
None alike and yet, each with its own brilliance.