The Power Of A SnowFlake

The POWER Of A Snowflake
A poem by...
Johnson
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The snow is falling all around;
Small trivial flakes to the ground.
Each flake has its own individuality;
No two are the same. What a mystery!

An individual snowflake has no allure;
No sickness there so you need no cure.
Snow flakes don't live to get very old;
It can only survive if the weather is cold.

The snowflakes that fall on our ground
Are all delicate and tiny, I have found.
How many tiny snowflakes does it take
To turn our ground white and cold to make?

Do all of the snowflakes huddle around
To make their plans to attack our bare ground.
And how many snowflakes do they need
To turn our ground white for them to succeed?

Snow is individual while in the air
Blended with its friends it's like it's not there.
Where do the individual snowflakes go?
Blended with buddies to make mountains of snow.

People have individuality, too.
It makes the difference between me and you.
But we lack intelligence for we to know
How to all fit together like the mountains of snow.
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"In GOD I trust...how about you?"--CJ
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