Snow Poem

Snow

Falling gently to the ground,
the flakes whisper to me:
"Although we make no sound,
we proclaim our Maker's beauty."

I gaze through my window,
across the blanket white,
and wonder why God made snow so special,
and pleasing to my sight.

It doesn't boast loud color,
nor does it demand my attention.
And yet I stare at the wondrous snow,
and admire the little creation.

We lose sight of our God's originality,
that makes every flake unique.
An adornement so small, so tiny,
that it almost seems meek.

But in it's smallness,
it shows it doesn't want glory for itself.
But rather, when we look closely,
does it magnify God Himself.

It quickly fades away, 
and leaves behind no trace or strife.
Instead, it encourages growth,
and its remembrance lives on in new life.

We don't often pause to consider,
the one flake in seven billion,
but sometimes, one flake is all it takes,
to help another realize God's magnificence.