Fragile and colourless,

Just like a random acquaintance,

Falling from above,

With no certain goal.

Some breaking to pieces,

And some surviving.

Some flying away without falling,

To destinations thriving.

A dash of freshness,

With a chilly texture,

Upon your palms

I lie.

Amidst all beauty,

And surroundings un-noticed,

Lies the gentle snowflake,

Still and mild.