Snowflakes
The minute structure of each snowflake is so fine,
The intricate simplicity of its design
So exquisitely perfect in itself, Divine
Intelligence, some think, must be its manufactury!.
For you could spend a lengthy lifetime looking through
Snow’s many-varied patterns and yet find no two,
(However far you took that process of review),
That matched precisely each particular complexity
Of these small miracles of individuality!.
Yet when they come, falling as metamorphosed rain,
Beyond all calculation of the human brain
In myriads they tumble flutter down!. What can explain
Such wonderful magnificence of art, except it be
They are sheer masterworks of matchless creativity?.
