A snowflake, delicate and pure,
Embarks upon its journey sure.
From the heavens high above,
It begins its descent with gentle love.

Drifting through the crisp, cold air,
It dances and twirls without a care.
Each flake unique, a work of art,
Falling gracefully, playing its part.

Through the vast expanse it drifts,
With every breeze, its path it shifts.
Guided by the whims of the wind,
Its destination it seeks to find.

As it descends, the world transforms,
Blanketed in white, nature conforms.
Each flake adds to the snowy scene, Creating a landscape serene.

Closer to the earth it draws near,
With every moment, its purpose clear.
To join the others on the ground below,
Where together they'll blanket fields aglow.

Finally, with a gentle kiss,
The snowflake lands, its journey amiss.
But in its place, a beauty found,
A winter wonderland on the ground.

From the sky to the earth it's bound,
A snowflake's trip, a journey profound.
In its brief existence, it leaves its mark,
A reminder of nature's artistry, stark.