The flakes followed one another
as they fell. He knew
that’s the finest way to find
where you belong,
by following a friend.
He saw a small flake land in a bush,
and then a brother brought a sister
to the same bush. The sky was broken
and friends were falling everywhere
in closeness and companionship.
He saw a tree
where millions of snowflakes
sat on the branches
like families who found each other