Tale of Two Snowflakes

Two snowflakes fell from skies so high,
A journey long, beneath the eye
Of winter's gaze, a frosty scene,
They reached for hands, a silent sheen.

'Oh, isn't it lovely to fly so free?'
The first one said, with glee.
'We're not flying, dear, we're falling down,'
The second snowflake told, with a frown.

'Soon we'll land, a blanket white,
With all our kin, a wondrous sight.'
'When we touch ground, our lives will cease,
Crushed beneath a boot, find no release.'

'When spring arrives, a stream we'll be,
Flowing onwards, wild and free,
To rivers grand, then to the sea,
A journey vast, for you and me.'
'We'll melt away, a memory faint,
Lost to the world, a fleeting saint.'

The argument, a weary strain,
Their tiny hands, they did unchain.
Alone they fell, each on their way,
To meet the fate, come what may.

No longer bound, a shared belief,
Each chose her path, to find relief.
One saw a future, bright and bold,
The other, a story to be told.

And so they fell, in silent grace,
Two snowflakes, in time and space,
Each with its dream.
A different fate for both of them.