Snowflakes

Snow is pure, white, and simple,
Like the soul when it first enters the world.
Each human is born a perfect snowflake,
Each one different, not one the same.
Some of the flakes may look identical,
But closer examination reveals the deeper differences.
Some snowflakes clump together,
Surrounding themselves with like-minded friends.
Others seek the solace that comes from being alone.
But every soul is a snowflake.
Pure, white, and simple.

First the snowflake falls,
Some drifting slowly to the ground,
Some blown by the winds,
Buffeted in directions that they can hardly understand.
For some, they cannot tell which way is up.
But eventually all the snowflakes end up on the ground.
There the snowflakes lie,
Some surrounded by others.
Some exposed to the winter’s sky.
But every soul is a snowflake.
Pure, white, and simple.

The ones on top can see the world as it truly is,
Complete in the glory of its shooting stars,
Galaxies and nebula, planets, and life.
Those that are surrounded by others
Sometimes see nothing except for a need to rise to the top,
To see what the privileged few see.
Snowflakes on the bottom reach for some acknowledgement.
Always overlooked when making snowballs,
They cry out for an attention rarely heard by those willing to do anything.
But every soul is a snowflake.
Pure, white, and simple.

The sun comes out eventually,
And the snowflakes begin to melt.
The hardy hold on for longer than the others,
But soon even the hardy are gone for now.
The essence of the snowflake,
The water which made it up,
Flows on forever,
Coming back again and again,
Seeing a different perspective everytime.
And every soul is a snowflake.
Pure, white, and simple.

So live like you’ve no end.
Once you’ve found someplace where you can rest,
Set out to learn about what’s at the top.
Use unheard of tactics,
Where kindness and generosity get you farther,
Then simple back-stabbing and bribery.
You’ll soon find yourself at the top,
Welcomed by those whose patterns resemble yours.
That is where true happiness is.
And then you’ll see how every soul is a snowflake.
Pure, white, and simple.

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