If rain is God’s tears,
Then what is snow?
They say that
Each one of us is unique,
Like a flake of snow
Falling from the sky.
No two are alike
And every one is beautiful
In their very own way.
And then, as we die,
One by one,
We dissolve into the earth
And the process begins again.
But within a year,
Everyone has forgotten
About the snow.
