Snow

Little, light flakes, floating in the sky,
felling to the ground
as graceful ballerinas.  

They are falling so freely,
they didn’t need to worry about where they are going,
or what happens to them in the end.
It doesn’t really matter to them.
They are just there.

There is always something fascinating to me about them.
They don’t have to deal with people feelings towards them.
It won’t bother them if kids are playing on them
or that people are trying to get rid of them.
They will never leave.
They will always be there.