Can you hear the symphony of the snowflake?
As its principal dancers weave their way
Across a milky sky
With diamond costumes, they emerge,
To perform their free-fall ballet, a solo performance
The meaning of their lives is in a spiral of destiny.

I saw you come through the clouds as I did
In your beauty, you were growing, spinning, racing, gliding,
I reached out; I grabbed your hand
We spun together, and the pattern of our existence became one

As we gently caressed the waiting earth
And were freed from life’s journey,
The rest of the cast joined us as individuals yet as one.

©Kevin Morgan