• snowflake on a rooftop
    melting to the ground
    dying ever so slowly
    crying with no sound

    it's falling off the edge
    no one to take his place
    so many are falling
    its just like a melting race

    it's now in the air
    falling with no flight
    down he goes
    as fast as a kite

    now in the grass
    sits a melted snoflake
    surrounded by more
    watching out for the rake

    the rake is near
    their lives to an end
    no way to cope
    no way to mend

    their time is over
    and so is mine
    poor little snoflakes
    now dead in a line