A Hope Flake
A snow flake, a hope flake,
so beautifully white and brittle —
from where do you come, please reminisce,
for I am in awe of your legendary riddle.
Wise men say you are born as a tear
dampened by a hollow heart from afar,
but then peace and tranquility
are added to make you white —
to sparkle and glitter like a star.
Your journey is long,
with your destination unknown and weary,
but because of your sacrifice
the day seems right which otherwise
may have been a bit dreary.
You are indeed a falling wonder,
giving so much more than you take —
it is no surprise
that you have been described
as an inspirer — a hope flake.