I watch the snowflakes toss and turn in the air,
While i stand outside they touch my hair,
These cool kisses from the sky make me want to spread my wings,
I want to fly,

The soft cold breeze moves quickly in the air,
Everyone watches, everyone stares,
As the weightless white rain dances,
Everyones in awe,

Every flake is unique,
In its own way,
Every flake is beautiful,
Whether its night or day,
Every flake has mysteries,
Of wounderus stories of their flight,
Every flake, Every flake,
Thats what i want to be tonight,

Admiration would be just a little sweeter than sweet,
This happines, it just couldnt be beat,
Id like to be beautiful and talented- just like the snowflake,
Dancing without music with all the other touchable stars,
To be able to be in the dance, the beaufiful dance called Snow.
K.M Nyquist