The Joy of the Snowflake

 If I were a snowflake,
Drifting freely in the sky
     I'd make sure of my direction --
     To fly, and fly, and fly --
There is a direction for me on earth.

I won't go to the lonely sequestered vale,
I won't go to the foothill so quiet and cool,
     Nor shall I loiter sadly in a deserted street --
     I'll just fly, and fly, and fly --
You see, I have my direction.

Gracefully I shall dance in the sky
Until I've spotted that pleasant place,
     Until she comes out to see the garden --
     I'll fly, and fly, and fly --
Ah, ther is a subtle scent of the plum blossom on her.

Then I'll count on my body being so light
Gently I'll cling to the lapel of her robe,
     I'll cling close to the soft waves of her bosom --
     To melt away, and melt away, and melt away --
Melt into the soft waves of her bosom.
    



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