The Snowflake and the Conifer Tree
A snowflake drifts softly from high in the sky
and smiles at the pillows of hills and the lake.
The conifer tree now wishes to fly,
his spectacular view is now second rate.
"I wish I were you," he says in despair,
"so fluffy and free with the whole world to see."
With a sorrowful sigh she replies, "I declare,
the life of a snowflake is not all it could be.
When winter is spring by the sun I am slain;
I know not the colors of summer and fall.
Our mother hath given you strength in your vein
to see all of her beauty, four seasons in all.
So take it from me," says the snowflake to thee,
"we should all hope to be a conifer tree."