How would you dance down little snowflake?
How would you float?
How would you fall?
Isn’t the life of each little snowflake, just like each little star?
We judge humans un perfect, but in finite, in each metallic car.
Where would you land little snowflake?
Would you expand? Live a life out on land?
Happy or Sad? or Just a Nomad?
No emotions planned.
Cast a Spell.
Wish on a well.
Did your wish ever come true?