Seasons of a Snowflake


In the winter as still as day,
Lies a tiny little snowflake who wants to play
Before the hot sun melts it away.
In the spring,
Blooming flowers fill the air,
As a small little Dandelion sways in the wind,
With hopes to grow into a sunflower.
In the summer,
Watermelons are sweet or a steak on the grill is such a good treat.
Around came Autumn,
The leaves change and fall.
Leaving a site for the little snowflake to fall.

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