Shimmering snow, delicate and fine
Each intricate flake is one
Unique in its design
But just another drop of water in the burning sun
Forming into crystals
Its hardening has begun
Then melting, drips—it ripples
Just another drop of water in the burning sun
Flakes, so fragile
Their formations, valiantly they’ve won
Glittering, they dazzle
But last but a moment In the burning sun
Smoothly frozen once again
Now merging into one
Newly impenetrable until when
It’s just another drop of water in the burning sun
Change is constant, it is written
Transformation is never done
The end is always hidden
In a drop of water in the burning sun
When at last, a vapor, it surely will succumb
To the scorching of the burning sun—Christina Knowles (2015)
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