The beautiful crystalline snow-
falls from the Heavens
to the earth below.
The wind swirls it
with a playful gust
it blankets the ground
like diamond dust.
When young and fresh
it is so pristine,
nothing can be so bright,
so clean.
But like some youth,
with time,
what once was pure
is trampled underfoot
and swept in the sewer
the shimmering, delicate flakes
are so easy to crush
on the street, they turn-
into ugly, grey slush.