I’m standing by the window, near the front door of my home watching you, snow. I am watching you fall to the ground with such speed, such urgency. Why must you fall? What is so important, that you are in such a hurry? I see thousands of you, little snowflakes, Plummeting towards earth at top speed, you remind of me of paratroopers parachuting onto an enemy territory. Are you just having a military practice, or is that how you see us? Are we the enemy, is this your attack on mankind. Why? Have we done anything to you snow, have we offended you somehow. Snow, I am sorry, if we have upset you. If you are angered that we disrespect your might, traveling against your will, at times when we are were never really meant to travel. I am sorry. If you feel that it was we, who attacked your first, melting you away from the poles of the earth and the tops of great mountains. I am sorry. If you are just doing your duty, and are fed up with people blaming you, when cars slide off a road, and airplanes cant fly. I am sorry. But, flakes of snow, if you are thinking, as you flip flop down from the sky, that we have stopped realizing your majesty, that when we look at you, we are no longer overwhelmed with a sense, of desolate beauty, a sense that even in death there can be beauty. I must correct, you are wrong. Let me tell you snow, that I am looking out my window, watching you tumble down. I can see my entire neighborhood, and it is white. You are the whitest white that I have ever seen or will ever see. Even as you represent death, even as you represent beauty, you represent purity. I must ask you snow, were you Ever angry at us, at all? Has there been some Misconception, some Eon long misunderstanding between Mother nature and the human race? Is it possible that You have never been in battle mode at all You were simply Falling, tumbling down from the sky, Indifferent to the ways of humans, the way we Are indifferent to the fate of each unique And individual snowflake. We are both so different Do you ever sit and marvel at us. Fearing us, do you ever comment on how Our beauty contrasts Our deathly powers? Do you ever wonder why we can’t understand The importance of each individual snowflake, Why we aren’t more careful when we step outside, Why we shovel you out of our way With a brutality that Would lead one to believe That we are engaged In some strange type of war.