A Snowflake in the Wind

Down upon the Earth below,
A single snow-flake floats;
Flits about within the wind,
It for no-one stops.

Fashioned from the purest snow,
It falls to Earth from high above,
Patterned in it's perfect shape,
Doesn't have a single flaw.

For all the snowflake's perfect form,
But one has seen this snowflake fall,
And even so the detail's lost;
Have not the sight to see it more.

And all this flake knows how to do,
Is to be so very still;
Allow the winds to move it 'round,
To control where it should be.

The hapless flake's descent goes on,
And it can see the world,
But the ground looms ever near,
Be warned it's end is nigh.

As it's set upon the ground,
It's life just melts away;
It's been around for but an hour,
This tear from heaven's door.

Begin now what you will,
Shine forth as the brightest star,
Lest like this snowflake melt away,
'Way into the depths.
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This poem was inspired by the snowfall today.
In actuality, it is heavily metaphorical...What it means is just for me to know. But it is a love poem. As it doesn't look or sound like a love poem, I stuck it in the nature section.

There is, however, one hidden message which I shall share with you. It can be found by taking the first word of the last line in every stanza. The second message is the entire last stanza.

"It doesn't have to be this way:" you don't have to melt away. You can "shine forth as the brightest star."