Snowflake

I strive to be a snowflake
So individual that no two are alike, yet part of a greater communal entity, much larger than any single one

I strive to be a snowflake
Versatile as little else, it can fall as gentle flakes or brutal crystals, whatever the storm commands.

I strive to be a snowflake
It does not matter how loudly the wind howls and how roughly it blows, the snowflake will reach the ground, even if tossed and turned plenty before it falls.

I strive to be a snowflake
Every snowflake’s path to the pavement can be watched, and its mark can be seen. But when millions of snowflakes come together, they reach greater heights than any individual snowflake could have. 

I strive to be a snowflake
When a snowflake hits the outdoor floor, it immediately becomes malleable, able to be molded into many different forms.

I strive to be a snowflake.
Once a snowflake reaches the ground, it holds its ground. There is no other way to get a snowflake to give up its land other than physically moving it out of the way.

I strive to be a snowflake.
When I wake up and look outside to see my neighborhood covered in a fresh blanket of snow, I cannot help but feel as if the snow has cleaned, restored and refreshed the world around me.

I don’t strive to be a snowflake.
I strive to be a better me. A snowflake’s life is fleeting, and melts under the heat of the sun. But I have longevity and can push on no matter the weather.