Not exactly a poem, but something that I've found pretty interesting (and soothing, in its own bizarre way) Snow is amazing. Especially when one sees it for the very first time. On both the macro and micro level it is impressive. Millions upon millions of flakes, each crystallized on its own and no two are identical. A sky full of such things, each unique, but all similar, each part of a swarming, swirling and falling cascade of a snapshot in the nearly infinite existence of billions of molecules that have existed for a very, very long time and that have been snow and snowflakes before, and will be different snowflakes countless times again. You can say that an individual snowflake isn't special and I can understand and accept that as your view. But to me? Each one of them, every pile, every time I see snow, I am struck with wonder and awe. [spoiler]This is Ginger's alt btw. [/spoiler]