Behold! caught upon my gloved finger,
behold, and a moment before I did not see it.
Perfect in its gracefully tapering arms.
Perfect in its symmetry.
Stunning in its minute beauty. A single lone flake of snow.
What a clumsy name
for such a perfect union of the mother sciences and
Undiluted art.
This then holds the breath of life
as if to say how simple a thing it is, for my Lord to create,
what is perfect art and form.
Look! look all around you everywhere
Millions of them my Lord drops
without a passing thought, it seems.