Random Musings

Snowflakes fall
Each one unique
Each one with its own story
Snowflakes drift
Drift off into eternity beyond time
Drifting off to no one knows where
Snowflakes melt.
Melting down to nothing.
Melting through an act of nature; no fault of their own.
People are born
Each unique
Each with their own story.
People drift.
The people we see on the street; we never see again.
Old friends drop out of touch.
And we seldom question why.
People die.
They go into the void.
Through no fault of their own.
Our lives are but snowflakes, falling, drifting, melting.