The Memory of a Melting Snowflake

From swirling clouds, a delicate descent,
My crystalline journey, heaven-sent. 

Each tiny facet, intricately spun, 

A fleeting portrait, blessed by winter's sun. 

I am the Snowflake, unique in my design, 

A vessel holding memories, pure and fine. 

The winds I danced with, in the upper blue, 

The other kindred flakes, I drifted through. 

A whispered secret, caught in frozen light, 

Before my landing, on the world so white.
A warm embrace, a gentle, tender sigh, 

As earthly surface draws my spirit nigh. 

A shimmering tear, upon the waiting ground, 

My intricate structure, slowly unbound. 

The edges soften, and the clarity begins to blur, 

A silent letting go, without a stir. 

My journey's essence, now begins to seep, 

Into the earth, where hidden memories sleep. 

Each crystal melting, a release so mild, 

My story whispered, to the ground, undefiled. 

The wind's soft current, now a distant hum, 

My brief existence, its sweet cycle come.
No longer form, but substance, pure and free, 

A tiny whisper, for eternity. 

My unique existence, now a gentle art, 

Released into the earth, from my cold heart. 

A gift to soil, a nutrient for roots, 

From icy whispers, life's new promise shoots. 

The memory fades, yet in the earth's deep core, 

My journey's echo, lives forevermore. 

A transient beauty, melting into grace, 

My unique spirit finds its tranquil place.

- Khushi Kaul