Snow vomits down,
purging itself from the sky.
How do these frozen parcels
choose how to form and
who to bond to in perfect unity?
Much like us I suppose
by the random grace of proximity.
Freeze in form and tear away
leaving gases and liquids
for something more tangible.
Seizing one another until the weight combined
is too much for the sky to bear.
Plummet down
individuality forgotten
for a common need to survive.
Finding shared purpose
in the roil of frozen storms.
Clasping one another through the cloud break
how must they feel?
As the ground moves closer
is there panic, fear, resignation
or nothing?
Soon nothing.
Soon as much as there ever was.
From the sky to the sea to the earth
and all again they return.
A brief cohesion and confusion
settling once once more
into the cycle of rebirth.
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