A Snowflake Ballet

Just a a few flakes began

Dropping down from the sky,

A signal of a joyful time

For each child’s watchful eye.

Oh so gently blew the wind,

Coaxing crystal clear flakes

From white, pillow-like clouds

Where winter slowly awakes.

Making more morning smiles

As young children did arise

From their warm beds

To see snowflakes from the skies.

Heavily loaded down

With many a crystalline form

They seemed to dance for joy

The second they were born.

Could pirouettes have been

Invented by these guys

That tumble and twirl gracefully,

Transfixing our eyes?

Alas, the display did finish,

Too soon it must be said;

Still, every winter’s night

Children often raise their head

In eager anticipation,

Wishing that, perhaps it would be

On that very night when

One more snowflake ballet they would see.