A Philosophy Of Snow

by The Riddler

As I watch the snow fall
And crash against the cold wall
My mind begins to wonder
Begins to ponder.
What if I were a flake
No give and all take?
Would I crash to the ground
Would I be lost or found?
As these thoughts begin to run
The snow melts in the sun
And then I realize
That my life passes before my eyes
Just enough to say goodbye