Snowflake

I was born on a cold winter night.

Along with thousands of other.

A chilly blanket, pure and white.

Gracefully falling to form a cover.

Just like cotton, light and fair.

We float and sway.

Dancing in the air.

They call us Winter Wonderland.

The way we change the horizon.

Sitting still and undisturbed.

Until the sun starts rising.

Everyone says that a hero doesn’t cry.

But to us, this is just a melting moment.

We've all learned to be brave and not shy.

As we slowly soften, becoming transparent.