SNOWFLAKE
A little flake of snow
He settled on my sleeve
He had no place to go
And so he stayed with me
Though he was
Born to hills and trees
And green fields
Where the wild rose grows
He made his home with us
My little flake of snow
Underneath the oak trees
Where the sad wind sighs
That’s where my snow flake lies
Underneath the oak trees
Where the willows weep
That’s where my snow flake sleeps
We built his little house
Out on our balcony
He ran and jumped for joy
You do not cage what’s free
He used to
Lie and watch the rain
He loved to
Hear the wild winds blow
What was he dreaming of
My little flake of snow?
My little flake of snow
Seven years he stayed
Until the blizzard came
To call him home again
And though the
Spring now melts the ice
And though the
Lovely crocus grows
This world’s so cold without
My little flake of snow.
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