Metamorphosis

I was a snowflake.

Twas a sweet winter storm.

I flew up. I flew down.
I rallied round the spruce crown.

Then I saw him,
Shining, glistening in the starlight dim.

And I thought,
How much fly will be enough fly to fly with him?
How much light will be enough light to shine around him?

Will he see me? Will he like?
How much higher from herein must I hike?

I swam up the layers of air.
Oh love! For you I shall brave the mist with dare.

Freezing my fragile heart.
I breezed up like a dart.

Shreiking out the pain of the chill,
A few more steps......

Until....

Thunder shattered my heartbeat half.
And down poured the rain.
Down I came.
Down.
More down.

Down until I crashed into the warmth of a palm.

"Ouch"

"Mom, it's raining hailstones!"

Alas! O moon! The labours that I took for thee.

I was a snowflake.
I am a hailstone.
And now a piece of matter on a pavement.
Melting into Oblivion

A love.
A metamorphosis.
A death.